My most memorable sporting event occurred 5 years ago when my brothers and I went to New Orleans to watch the Green Bay Packers beat the New England Patriots in the Super Bowl. It had been a 29-year wait since the Packers’ last Super Bowl
When I told my family that I had lost my job as a Christian school band director, they were angry with the school and loving of me. When I told them that my wife was divorcing me, they offered nothing but support and shoulders to
Who Do You Say That I Am? Cover Stories Daring To Be a Heretical Follower of Christ By Candace Chellew Legalists who read this magazine, looking for ammunition to prove that I can’t possibly be a “true Christian” will find plenty in this article. I
Jesus went on with his disciples to the villages of Caesarea Philippi; and on the way he asked his disciples, “Who do people say that I am?” And they answered him, “John the Baptist; and others, Elijah; and still others, one of the prophets.” He
I hate reading C.S. Lewis. He has this annoying little habit in his writings. Every time I read something of his, there is always a less-than-quiet voice in my head clamoring, “Look at yourself! Look at your life! You’re falling short here! And this part
The gift of otherness Being a gay, lesbian, bisexual or transgender Christian can be tiring, frustrating even. It seems that we are always on the defensive, always having to explain ourselves, justify our existence or tell people over and over again why the Bible does
In the gospel of John there is a shift, as I see it, from how the word belief is understood and used as compared with the synoptic gospels of Mark, Matthew, and Luke. These two contrasting uses of the word belief are: 1) Belief in
I have noticed that many people who are Christians seem preoccupied with making sure that everyone knows. You know what I’m talking about: “Christian” music; “Christian” schools, “Christian” bookstores, and the like. The person who, upon first meeting, emphatically states, “I am a Christian” as
Paranoia. That’s the first thing that struck me when I got my registration letter from Focus on the Family for Love Won Out — their “dynamic one-day conference… promoting the truth that homosexuality is preventable and treatable.” The letter informed me that “for security purposes”
It is so easy to go blind and deaf at Christmas. Blinded by garish lights, “sale” signs and mobs of anxious, cranky shoppers. Deafened by tinny renditions of “Rudolph” and “Frosty,” not to mention the sweet strains of “Silent Night” from the automotive department of