Our media obsession with the taking of life (whether fictional or under the guise of “news”) literally defines our culture and era. And nothing captures our attention, passion, clicks, and eyeballs more than the portrayals of Black deaths at the hands of white vigilantes . . .
It is now up to the kids — who saw their friends and classmates gunned down; who are now too traumatized to go back to their classrooms; who saw their peers murdered in cold blood.
Last Sunday, I was watching our pastor’s wife teach the children about one the most emotional parts of the gospel. She was teaching them what the crucifixion meant. As she explained Jesus praying the Garden of...
“Look daddy, ” my two-year-old daughter said on Sunday, pointing to the communion table, “Jesus gave us more food again.”
I don’t write nearly as much about little Zoe as I do about my boy, Mattias. First o...
Tonight I drove my close friend Michelle to the airport for an unexpected trip home to Denver. Hours earlier she had received a phone call from her mother share news that no one can be prepared for. That evenin...