I begin listening to Christmas music somewhere around mid-March. I’m aware this isn’t a universal practice and you probably wait to turn on “All I Want For Christmas Is You” until you’re doing your Black Friday shopping. That’s fine, but I’m ready to rejoice and jingle some bells long before then. My love of Christmas …
I'm halfway through being 35 and ever since the calendar turned the page to a new year, I've been thinking a lot about my age. A lot, a lot. Multiple times a day. I'm 35. Fully grown. I’m, like, totally an adult or something. But am I where I’m supposed to be? And to that …
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“Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me." —Jesus This morning, I read yet another story about children being ripped from their parents’ arms as their parents were deported at the hands of United States immigration services. This is the …
I was born into the church the way Prince William was born into the royal family; I had no choice in the matter. The level of involvement and understanding of Pentecostal decorum I had from a young age isn’t normal to most children, but I never knew any different. It wasn’t that I was expected …
In the late 90s, the Bible Belt was an almost mythological place to live if you were of the Evangelical persuasion. The economy was flush, your religious liberties weren’t really in jeopardy and you rested easy within your enclosed, profanity-free, abortionless corner of society. Oh the world may be falling apart everywhere else, but in …
Ryan Brinson 