Trigger-warning: While I’m not looking to use this article to sway anyone from one political party to another or to plant my flag on any particular issue, it will touch on politics and Jesus so if you’re put off by either, I’d get out now.
With our current polarized state of Facebook rant battles and an increasing demand on people to choose a side, I’ve mostly shyed away from writing politically fueled articles. Because I’m a mature, objective member of humanity who doesn’t stoop as low as the internet trolls? No, because I’m a prideful, people-pleaser like everyone else and care too much about what people think of me. Continue reading “Viewing the Law From a Lens of Love”
I held my breath as the woman on the other line cleared her throat and began to speak. It was my stepson’s principal calling us about yet another incident of him disrupting his class. What she had to say wasn’t easy to hear, but it was nothing new. For the past few years, our son’s grades, attention span, and respect for authority had been going downhill faster than we could keep up. As she explained how he repeatedly disrespected a teacher and then smirked at the principal when she asked him why he did it, a burst of red hot anger washed over me. How dare he? This kid isn’t a neglected child with no direction. This is a child who has been prayed for, taught the Gospel, regularly taken to church, and affirmed in his talents and standing with Christ throughout his entire life. He is frequently reminded how loved and precious he is to our family and to God. He is the apple of our eye, with every opportunity to thrive and succeed before him. Why doesn’t he see that his rebellion and disrespect only leads to destruction? Why won’t he realize how much his actions are hurting his parents? Does he even care? When I got off the phone and began driving home, I furiously began to mentally construct the lecture I was going to give him when I saw him. As my case against him began to mount, God impressed a simple statement upon my heart that silenced the flame:
“You treat me the same way all the time”
Continue reading “What Our Kids Teach Us About God”
For as long as I’ve been a Christian, I’ve struggled with my assurance of salvation. As a writer and self-diagnosed chronic over-thinker, traveling down rabbit holes of thought and leaving no stones unturned is seared into my identity. I’ve approached my Christian walk with a similar investigative pragmatism which, when left unchecked, morphs into crippling doubt.
Continue reading “I Found My Assurance in Cleveland”
The deadline for voter registration in the state of Pennsylvania just passed, and as a resident of Philadelphia, I barely mustered up the emotional energy to click on the registration link. Registration day served as another glaring reminder that I, an otherwise upstanding citizen of this great yet conflicted nation, continue to wrestle with the looming reality of voting. Like for many Christians heading to the polls this November, the decision on who to vote for hasn’t been so black or white. Continue reading “Confessions of a Conflicted Evangelical During Midterms”