If I have in myself a kind of inner cruelty, or a lack of healthy self-forgiveness, I am more likely to see God as harsh…
Category: The Editorial
flashlight
We so often fall into the trap of testing ourselves: How little light do I need to still see in the dark? …
unrest
People are hurt, they are tired, they are fed up, they are angry. Most importantly, they want something to change. And asking nicely doesn’t always get things done…
love lost
What do you stand for? Regardless of your answer, as a Christian, your heart is for the Lord Jesus Christ Himself. Your responsibility is bound to the body of Christ and to love fellow believers. But what happens when the troubles of the world become issues that divide Christians?
voices of advocates
It’s been a few months since the unjust murder of George Floyd. Protests and demonstrations are still springing into action across the nation. But the truth is, our nation has been hurting for far longer than just the past few months.
restoration
It happened when I was little; little enough to run upstairs and tell my mom that the broccoli was boiling over. That day, I knew something was very, very wrong because when I got upstairs…everyone was crying. I started crying too, because I was scared. Over the next week or so,
weed the grass from the pot
But there was another topic that I felt like I needed to write about instead. That topic is cannabis. Yes, I know, unpopular and popular depending on the people you talk to. For the first group, it is the bane of all youth and more damaging than alcohol or cigarettes. For the second group, it is a
feminism in the Bible
Growing up, I never felt the need to conform to this world in a lot of ways. One way this showed was how different I was from the other girls in my life. I grew up with brothers. I never liked skirts or dresses. I loved getting dirty playing sports outside. I thrived in…
acknowledging Him
It’s hard to hide from someone you can’t see. Since the promise I made to myself when I was thirteen, that’s what I tried to do. “I will never be a real Christian.” So I started intentionally hiding from everyone around me, and I hoped God wouldn’t notice. Spoiler: He did.
a friend of sinners
The church building was like a welcome sight to a weary traveler. The Christians who met there every Sunday morning had helped to raise me since I was born, with the compassion and love that they afforded to their own children. I could not have asked for a better place to grow up…