Years of poor decisions left her exploited, likely abused, and ultimately vulnerable. Yet she still protected her baby. The Bible only tells us she was a prostitute. No other biographical information is added. Perhaps none is needed. She protected her baby. Her past didn’t determine her future. Her present challenges didn’t stifle her compassion. She

Christmas doesn’t work. And it’s not supposed to. My favorite time of the year is filled with crunchy leaves, smokey bonfires, crowded homecoming football games, and steamy apple cider. Autumn is followed by my second favorite season, which is unfortunately marked by eye-catching marketing campaigns, energy-draining hustle & bustle, and depressed and depleted checking accounts.

If a critical spirit were a spiritual gift I would be a guru. But like most vices, its easily enough dismissed as something positive. I can quite naturally present it as discernment. I can lead others to believe it is a sign of wisdom: I understand the real problem. I really know how to size

C.S. Lewis sketched the following poem in the rise of his popularity as a spokesperson and defender of the Christian faith. His apologetic work took a toll on the man, and his poem serves as a helpful prayer for all who work to the advance the gospel in the public square: From all my lame

For several days now I have been lost in the life of C.S. Lewis While my blog updates have been sparse, it’s not for lack of personal study or growth. I have a great deal I plan on sharing from the lesser known facts of C.S. Lewis that I’ve found in preparation for the course