Going Home, by Benjamin Mast

By: Guest Bloggers on Saturday August 19, 2017

“When am I going home?” “I want to go home.” “I need to get home.” These are repeated in various ways throughout the day, and they seem to gradually increase in frequency and intensity as the day drags on. This may be a longing for a literal physical structure that they once called...

Being Dad – Father as a Picture of God’s Grace, by Scott Keith

By: Guest Bloggers on Saturday July 29, 2017

The Need Where have all the fathers who are the core gone? 43% of all children in the United States live in a home where there is no father. The social ramifications of this grim reality are staggering. 63% of all youth suicides, 90% of all runaway children, and a staggering 80% of convicted...

Divided We Fall, by Luder Whitlock

By: Guest Bloggers on Thursday July 13, 2017

Biblical Foundations The tiny Christian church birthed at Pentecost shortly after Jesus ascended has become a vast global presence of diverse nationalities, gifts, and organizational expressions. It has been remarkably adaptive and resilient. The myriad identities of churches and denominations can...

Anxiety, by Levi the Poet

By: Guest Bloggers on Saturday June 24, 2017

I gawked at the question. “What do you mean you don’t know what anxiety is?” He said that he had never experienced anxiety and didn’t know what it actually was. If I am honest, I can’t remember a time that I have been more covetous of another person’s life. It is difficult to read my...

Finding God Where You Least Expect Him by Ryan Couch

By: Guest Bloggers on Thursday June 22, 2017

I remember when I first read this many years ago. It struck me as completely backwards. Of course it is backwards, or upside down, or counterculture, but it just didn’t make any sense to me. I pretended to understand it but I had no clue what Jesus was talking about. Even years later when I...

Churchy by Sarah Condon

By: Guest Bloggers on Saturday May 27, 2017

One day you would make out with a guy from geometry class in the teacher’s lounge and that evening you would find yourself conveniently in front of a worship band, hands in the air, singing something about Jesus being awesome and you giving yourself to him. Again. As though Jesus needed to be...

I Wore White, by Trillia Newbell

By: Guest Bloggers on Thursday May 4, 2017

It was a beautiful, simple, bell-cut dress with delicate lace. We printed our testimony in the program as a reminder of all God had done to bring us to this pinnacle point: marriage. My white wedding dress resembled to me that I was pure, white as snow, and forgiven before the Lord. I was walking...