The Brazilian activist was killed by the same world that killed Jesus—a world that can’t bear love.
Graham's altar calls never featured much fire-and-brimstone rhetoric. Neither does Charlotte Elliott's positive, gentle song.
Yesterday I declined to be the one to put ashes on my own kids' foreheads. Today I sent them back into the violent world we all have made.
Kesha’s latest album could have been written by Hagar, Tamar, or Ruth.
I read The Nature of Doctrine in college—and finally understood why God had seemed so vague to me.
What I remember is the office they held and the power they assumed.
Who tests Abraham, or Jacob, or Jesus—and why?
It's Advent, and accusations against prominent men are shaking things up like a highway construction project in the wilderness.
What if we did the work of God in the world?
Luther's reforms weren't based solely on the early church.