Ed Cyzewski’s prepandemic takedown of the digital formation of Christians is still surprisingly useful.
Bowler’s memoir honestly confronts the pervasive idea that we get what we deserve.
Jesus says not to worry about what we will wear. Usually I fail at this.
What if someone released all our e-mails and texts? It would make the Ashley Madison hack look quaint in comparison.
I’ve been reading the Chronicles of Narnia to my daughter at bedtime. As a kid I only read as far as The Voyage of the Dawn Treader; the endless shelf of Babysitter’s Club books distracted me from the Narnians. We’re on The Silver Chair now, and while I’m still not sure about that Jill Pole, I continue to marvel at C. S. Lewis’s masterful Christian allegories. I’ve always loved Aslan, but I am newly convinced that the lion really does capture the essence of Christ.
A few weeks ago, I was feeling nostalgic. It was the fifth anniversary of my family’s pilgrimage from Southern California to suburban Chicago for my interview weekend at First Congregational Church of Western Springs. It feels odd to call it that, though; it wasn't so much an interview as a time of holy conversation, prayer, worship, laughter, feasting, and fellowship. The terms of my call were unofficially worked out at a kitchen table while the Super Bowl droned on in the other room.