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Selected posts from around our network of affiliated bloggers
I live in an inner-city neighborhood and am pastor of a church here. It is not hell.
It's easier to see God working when we are on the margins—like the Samaritan leper was. I learned this in a psychiatric hospital.
I keep thinking that being effective means big things like starting new organizations. But it's also about relationships.
Putting the truth out there about my tremor has made free in unexpected ways.
Sometimes social media and texting aren't appropriate when someone's grieving. Sometimes they are.
Our family was "that family" in church. I'm sure most of us are familiar with what I mean by "that family." It could be the one that always comes in late, or the one with kids making weird clicking noises during times of silence, or kids who decide the aisle is ripe for a repeat performance of Usain Bolt's gold-medal effort in the 200m.
If the law and the prophets could have provided some warning to the rich man, there must more than his wealth that matters in this parable about him and Lazarus.
It’s a joy to engage face-to-face again with students in the classroom. But it also brings a constant stream of decisions about how to build a learning community.