Not Our Kind of Christian
I am just spitballing here and not attempting to make broad pronouncements of certitude. I have not changed my mind on important issues nor.
I am just spitballing here and not attempting to make broad pronouncements of certitude. I have not changed my mind on important issues nor.
The truth of it all becomes clearer by the day, and yet ironically and disturbingly, those that can fully grasp it diminish as creation.
My father taught me every word of this, his poetry was of sweat, hard work, laughter, and words that could burn a youngling like.
I endeavored to write something, a gift to my children on fathers day this year. And perhaps not just for them, maybe to others.
I penned something about the SBC just a couple of hours ago and have thought deeply about it since. I know two things are.
I have watched with painful amazement and sadness the events occurring at the Southern Baptist Convention. Debating whether an issue is ‘major or minor’.
Something has gnawed at me for the last several weeks, thoughts related to the nature and future of the West; of the status of.
Occasionally the question floats across the ether of my desk in one form or another, “where did Q go?” That question perplexes many people.
I have written so much, so often and with such passion and force about the megachurch It seems almost obligatory that I write something.
See my full view of why there is always one more thing to do, even in dark times! and a reason for joy and.