Because of our Redacted series, two friends sent me the same link to the same study the other day, and it was eye-opening to say the least. Lifeway Research recently surveyed more than 2,000 Protestant churchgoers about the Bible – how we read it, understand it, and respond to it. There...

I was talking with our small groups pastor (Jay) a few days ago and he said something that stuck with me. I won't reveal what we were talking about, because I don't want him to get a bunch of emails from you about why he's right or wrong. I'll just give you the part that stuck: "I haven't...

August has a way of speeding everything back up. Vacations wind down. School emails start multiplying. Practices, meetings, homework, and packed lunches loom. The family calendar that had a little breathing room suddenly can’t be read from the...

Don't you just hate when the weather's not perfect for church? If it snows — too hard. If it's cold — too uncomfortable. If it's warm and sunny — too nice to waste indoors. And the volume in service? I got standards, don't you? Not too loud (that's suffering). Not too soft...

When I was a kid, I played a lot of football. Not the organized kind with matching jerseys and postgame popsicles. Before travel ball for toddlers and all that craziness. This was elementary school, recess football—just tackling each other in the dirt and thinking we were tough. My...

Today is Maundy Thursday. The night Jesus sat at the table with His disciples. The night He washed feet. The night bread was broken. The night Judas left to betray Him. The night Peter was warned. The night the cross was right in front of Him. And here’s what strikes me about that night...

Comparison can be so dangerous because it can stop us in our tracks before we ever get going. We scroll past the finished basement, the “we paid off the debt” post, the “my quiet time has been so sweet” caption, the healthy marriage photo, the thriving business update...

I’ve moved a few times in my life. And no matter how many times I do it, each time, the same thing happens. I change my address with everyone else I can think of—utilities, credit cards, banks, family and friends. I change my address with the post office so that...

I once watched a 100-pound woman choke out a guy who easily had 150 pounds on her.  It was at self-defense class, taught by a master in Brazilian jiu-jitsu. There were all kinds of people there—teenagers, moms, dads, guys built like refrigerators.  The...

The tree goes up.  The calendar fills.  The packages stack.  And then sometime in January, you look around and realize you’re tired, you’re in the red, and you’re weirdly disappointed. Again.  So you say the same...