Instead of shrinking back, we should be flowing forward, confident in who we are because of whose we are and what He has already tasked us to do! Instead of trampling on and criticizing culture, we can add God’s flavor and preserve it for great use.
We want to live in an important story. We just don’t know what our important story is.
If Christians have a reputation for recognizing and praising the good and true, maybe more people will listen.
My adult self does not comprehend how a Barbie doll—inspiring beauty and creativity—has become twisted into an object of disdain.
How can the church be a hub for community, building and extending a culture that mirrors the love of Jesus and love of neighbor, when what that love looks like may be counter to what the surrounding community expects when the word “love” is used?
When I was growing up, I was convinced God had given me the wrong skin. Surely he had meant to make me more…American, like my friends. Less yellow, more white. Rounder eyes, less slanty. It would take years and a place thousands of miles from home to help me see myself through new eyes. No…
“Say it again,” they urged me. I felt like an animal in a cage, surrounded by the watchful eyes of gleeful children who poked at its helpless form with a stick. My fellow college-aged camp counselors hailed mostly from Canada and the Northeastern United States. Much of the kitchen crew came from the United Kingdom….
In July 2020, author and radio host, Eric Metaxas, tweeted, “Jesus was white.”(1) His tweet was in response to news that the United Methodist Church had enlisted author Robin DiAngelo to produce a series of videos about white privilege. He went on to say, “Did [Jesus] have ‘white privilege’ even though he was entirely without…
Someone may see me in passing, take a glance, and ask, “Where do you come from?” Depending on my mood, I may answer, “I’m from Seattle,” then walk away. Or, if I feel like disclosing more information, I may answer, “My parents are from the Philippines, but I was born here.” It used to bother…