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By now there’s a good chance you’ve heard of the horrific discovery at the home of the recently deceased abortion provider, Dr. Ulrich “George” Klopfer.

The idea that Fox ���ҵ���-watching religious Republican voters are a stand-in for all evangelicals is ludicrous.

When we lack unity, or at the very least, mutual respect, as people of faith we lose our saltiness, and our light grows dim. 

I know what it’s like to be in a pastor’s family when called to a new church. This past year, I’ve gained new perspective going through a pastoral transition from the congregation’s side. 

I recall the days when “Grape Road” was lined with cornfields and farmsteads. Now it’s a continuous three-mile strip of commercialism.

While his statement is not true of all Christian communities, his more than 20-year experience in his particular mega church circle is that people avoid these complicated topics.

As I looked into the inner abyss of my soul, I saw an unfree self, chained together with an old friend, the pleaser identity.

My work has restored and strengthened my Christian faith. It has expanded my worldview and ignited my life with passion and purpose.

We live in a spiritual warfare that has become intricately complicated and multi-layered. But the essence of this warfare, the main battlefield, is still about truth versus falsehood.

On the heels of the California food festival mass shooting in Gilroy, two more senseless shootings occurred within roughly twelve hours of each other over the weekend in El Paso, Texas and Dayton, Ohio.

Attending synod is an exciting opportunity, especially as a young adult representative. But synod can also be intimidating. Here are some tips to get you through.

It hurts to be unknown while being singled out only for my disabilities. And it is this feeling of being unknown that I want to use as a catalyst for change and personal growth.

Stories of a previous generation help the next to see the flesh and blood of humanity.

How do we curb the ability of individuals to take the Bible and seem to use it to advance any and every idea and agenda?

What if, in the dance that is our life, God performs an aerial? In that moment, all we have is his hands holding us up while we go flying and the room spins around us. 

As we grab hold of old toys, games, and photos, we reminisce about stories that have shaped us over the past decade. We’ve found ourselves echoing Marie Kondo’s phrase about only keeping that which “sparks joy.”

Praying for the president has gotten an unusual amount of press lately.

Rachel articulated with grace and beauty so many things I had felt and experienced in my faith journey and continuous struggles with doubt. Her words empowered me and other women in ministry.

There is a reason that the most beautiful thing, the visual aesthetic referenced so often in Scripture to evoke loveliness beyond the ordinary or even the physical, is the bride arrayed. For what could be more glorious than someone beloved?

Within our churches, there is a general pushback against charging Christians with dismantling racism. The fear of white supremacy is considered to be overblown, and talking about racism is equated with progressive theology outside of the bounds of Christian orthodoxy. 

Sometimes serving Jesus invites us into a holy madness that makes little sense to the world.

I’m learning to discern the difference between healthy accountability in using my gifts and vainglorious martyrdom.

Although I cannot yet see the fruition, beneath the surface seeds are already germinating, preparing to poke their heads out of the soil when the time is right, bursting forth into new plants. Within weeks, buds and leaves will appear on the same trees that now look so dim. Rain will fall, the puddles becoming homes for small frogs. By the middle of June, flowers will abound.