Maybe the Table Really Isn’t Big Enough
April 6, 2016
Being an optimist is hazardous duty these days. I’ve been a pastor in the local church for the better part of two decades. For most of that time I’ve believed that the
Being an optimist is hazardous duty these days. I’ve been a pastor in the local church for the better part of two decades. For most of that time I’ve believed that the
One of my great joys is serving as honorary pastor for a private Facebook group of over 1,000 moms with LGBTQ children. These amazing women (who refer to themselves as “Mama Bears”)
One of my great joys is serving as honorary pastor for a private Facebook group of thousands of moms with LGBTQ children. These amazing women (who refer to themselves as
The Church is hurting and as all too often is the case, this wound is self-inflicted. It’s familiar friendly fire; an injury we are doing to ourselves over and over and over
Being an optimist is hazardous duty these days. I’ve been a pastor in the local church for the better part of two decades. For most of that time I’ve believed that the
One of my great joys is serving as honorary pastor for a private Facebook group of over 1,000 moms with LGBTQ children. These amazing women (who refer to themselves as “Mama Bears”)
One of my great joys is serving as honorary pastor for a private Facebook group of thousands of moms with LGBTQ children. These amazing women (who refer to themselves as
The Church is hurting and as all too often is the case, this wound is self-inflicted. It’s familiar friendly fire; an injury we are doing to ourselves over and over and over