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Stop Serving Jesus Breakfast In Bed
I don’t know why someone got paid to write a book on this. I’ve been doing it for months and no one has offered me a dime for my thoughts. On Fridays I usually write. And I usually do this on the other...
View ArticleMy Faith Doesn’t Move Mountains, But It Sure As Hell Believes
A few days ago a young woman asked to have her picture taken with Lauren and I in a coffee shop. I was flattered, yet couldn’t help but think, “You obviously have me confused with someone else. Zac...
View ArticleThe Most Ungrateful Human Being on the Planet
This is the story of how I tend to be the most ungrateful human being on the planet, and a young guy named Josh. I wake up every morning, my head protected from the rain and my body protected from the...
View ArticleDear Me and You and You and You, We’re All Screwed Up, Forever and Ever, Amen
PART I I no longer know what it means to be a Christian. While everyone, everywhere else was going to church this past Easter Sunday, I intended to stay in bed eating marshmallow Peeps, and perhaps...
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Bleed
“How have you been not going to church?” Clint asked, sipping a margarita on the back patio. Matt leaned against the wall, taking quick, careless puffs on his cigar. The sunlight reflecting off his...
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Grace Is…
A young bartender once told me he thought the Bible was extremely unfair and prejudiced after I informed him I was a man of faith. “Here you are, boss,” he said, dropping off my drink a few moments...
View ArticleWhat I Learned About the Church While Seeking God Outside Of It (Part I)
I I remember the moment I believed I’d finally become a mature, God-honoring Christian. I was in a multi-million dollar, cushioned-seat, air-conditioned sanctuary, where the pastor had just invited...
View ArticleWhat I Learned About the Church While Seeking God Outside of It (Part II)
I deliberated good and long about how to go about this before I sat down to write. I reached out to historians, professors, seminary students, and scholars with worlds of wisdom in their minds and...
View ArticleInvisible
AM I VISIBLE? Black marker words scribbled on a brown piece of cardboard. He sat with his legs crossed, eyes closed, gently rocking back and forth on the skateboard between him and concrete. Knees...
View ArticlePreach
“There’s one,” Lauren says. “See if he needs anything.” I slow to a stop at the intersection, pulling close to the curb. “Roll down your window and ask if he’s hungry.” Window down, cold air trailing...
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