I’m not a complete Luddite; I’m not here to jettison all technology from our lives. But I frequently find myself thinking ...

I dream of being as eloquent in my mouth as I am in my head. I dream of seeing a word on paper and making that word a reality ...

I dream of being as eloquent in my mouth as I am in my head. I dream of seeing a word on paper and making ...

The point is to stop pretending that what is broken is whole and to stop blessing as Christian what is cruel, calling righteous what is ...

Hours of weight lifting and physical therapy have gotten me to a point that I can walk with little pain. Steps are still hard and ...

Today is Thanksgiving Day in Canada. In the U.S., it is Indigenous People’s Day. Dual citizenship makes the day doubly conflicted for me. So does ...

Last week we took note of the striking fact that in Philippians 1 Paul was able to put up with some people who, although ...

Religious people are really good at trying to keep all the “wrong” people away from Jesus.

To read more about Dave’s journey, click here. Four years have passed since the bicycle crash that left me with a quadriplegic injury, and in ways I never could have imagined, it has transformed me.

I was made of red rivers that snaked through my bones. I could not tell. There, Cain’s footsteps pointed east of Eden. My eyes traced the lines. Inside of me, the Tigris burst. It’s my fault, I cried.