“It’s just not for me, I guess,” she said, shaking her head with resignation. The words fell from her mouth with a splat; they were deflated and her heart was fit to match. Between us sat an open Bible, a well-worn dictionary, two pens, and plenty of scratch paper. We were working through the Text
“Because the ultimate expression of power is control.” I was only half-listening to the TV that I intended to play in the background of our apartment. I’m a Millennial so, of course, I sat on my couch on my phone with the TV playing in the background. Nothing coming through the speakers had piqued my
This Friday morning is a dark one. We have woken the past three days to tragic news flashing across every screen we own. Blood and gunfire and crowds scattering and people screaming have been the wake up call to start our day in darkness. This morning I woke up and sat on our patio with
We live in an age of countless choices; brands to buy, vendors to use, meals to order. And while this is a great luxury of both western culture and the twenty-first century, sometimes, I find, access to endless choices curdles our hearts with skepticism and cynicism. Even as we try to nurture a posture of
Feminism has taken on many faces in the church over the last five years. Some of this has been massively beneficial to the church, as the concept has expanded, broadened, and served to bring more people into the conversation. On the other hand, some of the conversation has served only to further a dichotomy between
Women’s ministry: two little words that evoke such emotive responses. Over the last several weeks I have been discussing women’s ministry with several of the women in our local body. There are studies we’re hoping to form, groups we’re hoping to assemble, and events we’d like to plan. As long as I have been a part
I remember hustling out of my little dorm room one Sunday morning. I was terribly late (per usual) for church, and it was always a touch embarrassing to show up late as a Bible school student. As I slipped on one shoe, I reached under the bed with a thrashing hand, hoping it would find