What the early church can teach us about living together, and loving, as Jesus intended.
The habit of being busy has bled into other aspects of my life. While hospitality does take work, I find myself missing out.
I hate happy endings. It’s not real life. But even amid frustrations, letdowns and death — there’s still hope. And I need that reassurance.
Shootings seem to be happening more and more. The more I see these and other tragedies in my newsfeed, the more desensitized I become.
I recently read amazing stories of seemingly insignificant moments that were life-changing. Every story illustrated God is working — even in the details.
I quit my job three weeks ago. But I didn’t feel elated like I had expected. Instead of looking forward to this big change, I began to dread the end.
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