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We’re dead either way. The grace is that we get to choose which death we die.
I had a chance to chat with Collin Hansen at TGC on his podcast about Born Again This Way.
You’ve heard it said that perfect love can cast out fear. When was the last time you felt it?
There is a lingering question, a posed threat: Does our potential towards forming romantic and sexual attraction in these friendships doom them from the start?
I got to join my publisher, The Good Book Company, for an episode of their podcast to talk about my book Born Again This Way.
I became a Christian much to my own surprise. It was as if the sun of the gospel had evaporated my atheism in an instant.
When I wrote my first article on being a same-sex-attracted Christian, what surprised me most were the emails I started receiving from straight men. The notes often came from men my parents’ age, the same message nestled again and again into my inbox: “I never expected this to help me.”
I got to join my friend Laurie Krieg a second time on her great, gospel-saturated podcast to talk about a chapter from my book Born Again This Way, on the theme of friendship as family.
I got to join my publisher, Preston Sprinkle, for an episode of his podcast.
Tucked into Pulitzer Prize-winning author Colson Whitehead’s newest novel, Nickel Boys, is an absolutely Christian understanding of sin.
Of course sex is intensely personal. But we can’t escape that it is just as intensely social.
Nothing can rip us up quite like the tension between a desire to share the gospel with our gay friends and the fear that to do so would somehow harm them. We wonder if the good news will sound so good when it comes to the sexuality part.
Our evangelical instinct to turn to the scriptures may occasionally turn up surprises for us, however, when it comes to gender. This is exactly what happened to me in Psalm 144.
Repression and avoidance are unbiblical responses to desire, no more Christian, perhaps, than atheistic abandonment to it.
Last month I was invited to have a public conversation with my friend Greg Coles about a very sensitive topic: whether or not someone should call themselves a “gay” or “queer” Christian.
I didn’t seek out Marie Kondo, but I can’t seem to escape her.
DeYoung isn’t interested in shaming the church for our lack of knowledge. He’s interested in equipping us for holiness and mission.
How do you know you are a woman or a man?
Have you ever tried to picture heaven and worried you’ll be bored?
My husband Andrew’s foot ailments have given me a curious window into the Christian life.
