There seems to often be a lot of confusion when it comes to God’s grace. Does God’s grace mean that since I am saved I can kind of coast the rest of my life and not really do anything? But then why does the Bible also talk so much about good works and commands? Apparently, this confusion hasn’t changed much since the first century, because Paul addressed the issue several times in scripture. If we aren’t careful, we too can easily fall into the same trap of perverting God’s grace. Continue reading
“Oh no. Another one?” I found myself subconsciously saying every time I was expected to be at a group prayer meeting. So I started avoiding them. I couldn’t even put a finger on when it started – when I started hating prayer. I mean, how can someone who claims to love God and even works in ministry hate prayer?
The Bible is the most popular book in the world, and naturally churches often encourage their congregation to read it regularly. But usually that is as far as the instruction goes. People are often told why they should read the Word of God, but rarely are they told how to read the Word of God. The first thing we, as the church, do for a new believer is give them a Bible. But then for some naive and ignorant reason, we just assume they will automatically know how to read and interpret it correctly. It’s like telling someone (that doesn’t know anything about money) that they should really get their finances in order, without giving them any practical steps or guidance on how one might go about doing that. People don’t just need to be told to read their Bible, they need to be told how to read their Bible. While it would be impossible to list every important aspect, here are 9 tips to get you started in the right direction.
Today as you read this, thousands of babies will be aborted and their body parts probably still sold; millions of children (majorly girls) are still being forced and trapped in labor or sex trafficking, and by the time you finish this article, at least one person in the United States will have been sexually assaulted
Being a Christian isn’t meant for you either.
I struggled being a Christian for the longest time—particularly because I couldn’t see the relevance behind it.
While growing up, I knew there was some significance to faith because we went every Sunday. Yet that curiosity slowly receded as the week went on. The farther we got away from Sunday, the more I questioned why Christianity was even relevant at all. Why did we need it if it didn’t apply to our daily life?
It’s true. Ultimately, Jesus didn’t die for you. But walk into just about any church and before you even find the coffee, which is your only hope for not awkwardly standing out, you’ll hear someone say, “Jesus died for you!” Unsure of how to respond, you hesitantly, yet politely reply, “Thank you?” Wanting to convince them that this isn’t your first church service, with a confident head nod you inject a more ‘religious’ response. “And also for you!” Continue reading
As an unmarried man with a nonexistent sex life, obviously I feel qualified and seasoned enough to write about the intricacies and mysteries of sex and marriage. Even to the point of giving advice so that your sex life and marriage won’t disappoint you or not live up to your expectations. I mean, somebody has to talk about it right? Continue reading
This week at the end of a church service, I watched as several men and women gave their testimonies and got baptized. It was unsettling how many of the women’s testimonies included some sort of wound stemming from a past boyfriend or a guy at some party. Many of them having been raped, manipulated or talked into doing something that they didn’t want to do. Continue reading
My neck started to ache as I was jogging backwards on one of the trails behind my high school in northern Minnesota. My gym teacher told me that if I could run the 1.5 miles backwards, then I didn’t have to go to class the next day.
Exhausted, I went up and down those hills, trying not to fall or run into anything. Being an athlete, I was probably a little overconfident in my fitness level. But I had started, so I couldn’t give up.
Eventually I made it back to the front doors and, disoriented, walked forward up the stairs and to his office. “I did it!” I said proudly. “I made it the whole way, without running forward once.” “Nice work, you don’t have to come to class tomorrow,” he replied, “but neither does anybody else.” Continue reading
A few years ago, my cousin and brother were in the middle of nowhere in eastern Montana. It was Thanksgiving weekend and they were invited on an annual family pheasant hunting trip for the first time. Not really knowing what they’re doing, my grandpa drops them off to walk up a slough and tells them he’ll meet them at the end.
After a while, it starts getting dark and they are wondering where exactly they were supposed to regroup with our grandpa. Soon it’s pitch black and the temperature is far below zero. Continue reading