Jesus is a friend of sinners (and Jesus is a friend of mine).
I’m thinking about a first-century gathering. Jesus is at somebody’s house and he is laughing. It is a deep belly laugh. Someone has just said something (maybe about the irony
I’m thinking about a first-century gathering. Jesus is at somebody’s house and he is laughing. It is a deep belly laugh. Someone has just said something (maybe about the irony
I love the way Chonda Pierce teaches the creation story. She talks about how, in the story of Adam and Eve — before they sinned or ever talked to that
Who wouldn’t want to believe everybody wins — that in the end, God doesn’t have the heart to leave anyone behind? That my non-believing uncle who drank himself to death and
C. S. Lewis said you’ll either love Jesus or you’ll hate him. There is no in-between. “… Either this man was, and is, the Son of God, or else a
After reading Russell Moore’s exceptional post on how best to be the Church this week as we gather for worship, here is how we at Mosaic will gather tomorrow: 1.
You definitely get the sense in Paul’s two letters to Timothy that he is writing a young and anxious pastor who is hanging by a thread. You can hear the anxiety
If you’ve never seen a tarantula shed its skin, you need to see it (a link is below; be aware that it isn’t very pretty, so don’t watch it if
Jesus is invited into the home of a religious leader for dinner. A woman who evidently has quite a reputation (read “prostitute”) shows up at the house during dinner and
I am remembering a walk one day along the fence line of a family farm. The farm has since passed to other hands, but the lessons of that fence have