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The heartfelt question was posed to me in the waning moments of an evening filled with the easy camaraderie that forms between those walking a pathway of similar joys and sorrows. 

Psalm 137 is, for me, the prayer in the Bible that most accurately expresses the extreme rage that comes with the experience or observation of the world’s worst abuses

Does legalized cannabis help me to better love and serve God and my neighbor?

Deciding to take it all on doesn’t convey a healthy trust in God’s provision, or trust in others to be the elbows while I focus on being the spleen (to stretch a biblical metaphor).

To me the five points of Calvinism articulated in the Canons of Dort summarize some wonderfully assuring teachings from Scripture.

A re-think of the role and place of servanthood and leadership in the church is long overdue.

When I first met Attie, I was a sleep-deprived mess of nerves and disappointment.

In one way or another, it seems Christians keep coming back to the question What makes the church the church right here, right now?

Surrounded by a preacherhood of all believers, we have more than enough resources to deeply engage God’s Word through creation—if we’re willing.

Here, I talk to my friends, and in their addictions, I see my own. In their mental battles, mine. In their broken relationships, their endless struggles, their long, slow, slog, mine.

After a short conversation—with me communicating via a computerized voice machine and using a wheelchair for mobility—the man turned his back on me and asked Eric, “So . . . do you take care of her?” 

Because all of us are capable of all kinds of evil, we need to prepare in advance so that we can make safe environments to focus on the gospel of Jesus Christ.

In our present context, discipleship means a long-term commitment to obey the commands of Jesus: to model our lives after him, allowing ourselves to be changed as we journey so that we may become like him in character.

God opens doors not for those who are strong, creative, or self-sufficient but for those who have little power.

Righteous anger at blatant injustice and ungodliness can morph into mere outrage, a cheap adrenaline high damaging to both yourself and others. 

Ever since these four days, every time I read Psalm 8, I see the Drakenstein Mountains and the faces of these African entrepreneurs.

The abundant life God extends to us in Jesus Christ is much more than a personal holiness of avoiding overt sins.

If my prayer is answered, I want to plant a church in my parents’ hometown so that I can share the gospel with everyone. I want to tell people there is a Home far more precious than our own hometowns. 

We say it takes a village to raise a child, so what do we do when we no longer live in villages?

When the self is filled with self there is no room for God.

All the darkness and evil in the world cannot overcome God’s light of life with which Christians are called to shine.

When the United States celebrated the first Earth Day on April 22, 1970, I was a young faculty member at Calvin College in Michigan, in my second year of full-time teaching. 

Consistent in its absence is any sense from the church that the gospel has anything to say to this moment in time and the myriad of other times people of color are mistreated simply because, well, they exist.