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Hope After

This is a guest post from Jonathan Simmons. He’s sharing his story – even the rough and unfinished parts – with courage and wisdom that is both rare and refreshing. I’m grateful for his friendship, and for his voice. Follow…

Pin-Up Church

Centerfold Church

Sometimes you forget you are a Bride. On Sunday mornings you trade your wedding gown for the perfect skin of a magazine model. Produced, choreographed, airbrushed, packaged, sold for consumption. The countdown timer signals the bass drop and with a…

Stack of Bibles

I Don't Want To Read the Bible Anymore

It started with a small complaint. A small complaint in a big parking lot with a heavy push-broom and puddles of gravel and dust. It didn’t seem fair that He was invisible. They said that He was the most important…

House of Cards

The Day I Stopped Believing in God

By then, I was already having doubts. Sitting across the table from new friends who didn’t see any reason to believe in God, I had tried to explain to them why I did and why it mattered. But this was…

I Don't Want to be a Good Christian Anymore

God, sometimes I feel  like I’m not a good Christian in Your eyes,   like You’re a Father disappointed in me,  frustrated, wishing I would do more, be more,  and I wonder are You proud of me? Am I a good…

Barack Obama

Why I Love Barack Obama

I keep having this dream. I’m at a park, or a convention, or at the White House, and he’s there too. I wait around for the chance to talk to him for a moment. When he sees me, I hug…

Five Questions with Lacey Sturm (of Flyleaf)

Jesus once said that you would know who His followers are by their love. I think when He said that, Jesus was describing Lacey. Her love for God and deep knowledge of His love for her overflow to everyone she…

Incoherent Mumbled Prayers

“God, give me grace for today.” I don’t remember if I said it aloud, or just felt it trudge through my mind as a tired prayer. In that moment between looking at the clock on my phone and willing my…

So Help Me God (Almost a Poem)

Ernest Hemmingway once said, “There’s nothing to writing…. all you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.” I think he might have been onto something. Words bleeding into life, snow bleeding into hope, day bleeding into night then…