I know the feeling
I've been thinking about one of cinema's greatest rants.
I've been thinking about one of cinema's greatest rants.
As I hit the trail this morning, I was reminded that the Christian never walks alone.
God can be heard in a kitchen. The same is true for a parking lot, sweeping up broken glass.
Poets are obsessed with words. Christians should be, too.
Politicians know a dirty secret about human nature. Hatred is a powerful motivator and unifier; sometimes more so than love.
If even the demons believe that there is a God, what is saving faith?
What's my favorite part of being a pastor these days? That's an easy question for me to answer....
Joy can usually be found all around us, right under our noses, or just outside the door.
Why have I started to read Don Quixote? It's because of Kevin.
Harlan Leistikow helped me to write his funeral sermon. Here is the story of how it happened.