Body Art
I was 18 when I got my first tattoo. I was sitting in my small Christian college dorm room and I knew that I was
I was 18 when I got my first tattoo. I was sitting in my small Christian college dorm room and I knew that I was
On my last Sunday living in New York, it was a hymn that made me cry. I was leaving the city after almost nine years
Anyone up for a good news story–of the church leading the culture in a direction we can all, across our differences, applaud? Prepare to smile.
Soon after the 2012 election a Perspectives editor asked me to write about the diminished role overt faith had in presidential campaign discourse. He thought
In his latest offering, Peter Enns attempts to alleviate partially the tensions for evangelical Protestants and other contemporary Christians who uphold scripture as authoritative while
“Behold, the Behemoth, which I made as I made you; he eats grass like an ox.” Job 40:15 If the book of Job is a
My active resistance to evolution began in 1944, when I was about ten, with a cartoon I drew of the devil–for family consumption only, though
We all hold deep convictions that nurture us and give us direction. These convictions have a history; they are planted in everyday experiences that grow
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