A Slippery Slope
Sin can be a slippery slope. I can still picture it, the baseboard that ran along the outer side of stairwell. I was a kid
Sin can be a slippery slope. I can still picture it, the baseboard that ran along the outer side of stairwell. I was a kid
I don’t fully get prayer. I’m not sure exactly what happens. Am I changing God’s “mind” (forgive me for the anthropomorphic description of God)? Is my mind
Back when I joined the Perspectives magazine Board of Editors in 2000 (which even now does not sound all that long ago), I was struck
Why do we remember what we remember? I attended the 50th Anniversary of Young Life in my hometown of Flint, Michigan, last week and was
Gotta admit, Mother’s Day is not my favorite holiday. Nothing whatsoever against my mother, mothers in general, or mother as a concept. Not even if
In my past life I was a high school baseball coach. I remember trying to teach 14-15 year old kids to pitch. Most of them
It will probably be obvious once you begin reading that I am not Theresa if for no other reason than I refer to being a
Yesterday was Teacher Appreciation Day (don’t worry—you can keep celebrating since the whole week is Teacher Appreciation Week). And if you’re a teacher, there’s lot
It was a facetious question. More or less. “Have you ever considered planting churches that are very intentionally open and affirming of LGBT folk? Given
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