Not too long ago, I attended a funeral of a friend who was five years younger than me. After two and a half years of fighting the injuries he sustained in a car accident, he succumbed to them, leaving a church full of people dressed in black to eulogize his life. He was as jovial […]Read more "The Church in Times Square"
Rachel Held Evans is someone I never met. I never had any correspondence with her and we weren’t pen pals or even Twitter friends. But I knew her. I knew her through her books; books which one-by-one, shifted the makeup of my understanding and expanded the scope of my faith. Today, she left us. Of […]Read more "Rachel Held Evans: Life Changer"
Reginald came into my life when I was in high school. His arms flailed around when he danced, he didn’t watch what he said for fear he’d say the wrong things, and if anyone made fun of his voice, a voice that could only be described as Kermit-esque, it never fazed him. I’m fairly certain […]Read more "Reginald & Me"
My youth group’s fine arts program was a robust organization. I’d been a part from its inception, proudly standing in the second row of the choir loft singing a song called “Sounds of Heaven,” a staple on Christian radio around that time. I felt grown and mature singing with the other teenagers, no longer a […]Read more "The Tiny Foxes"
Easter is the biggest day on the church-going calendar and for many, a pastel-colored morning which serves as their annual check-in to make sure nothing in the Bible has changed since they heard it a year ago. Those people usually sit somewhere near the back of the room so they aren’t close enough to catch […]Read more "The Rebirth of Hope"