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
As Christians in the United States, we embrace the premise that God has destined us for “a time and place like this.” We rally around the fact that we live in 2015, and God has purposed us to be a light in today’s cynical and hypercritical culture. But when it comes to politics, that mentality often changes. For some reason we then believe that God must have made a mistake, or at least that’s what our actions say. I have noticed over the past year or so the increasing number of Christians who openly bash the President and the government. Which, in all fairness, is no big surprise given the focus on hot-button topics such as gay marriage and abortion. Continue reading
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
My girlfriend and I were talking one night about how people always pray for the easy way out. How anytime they endure any form of suffering, mild or severe, they complain how could God ever do that to them and instantly start praying for Him to take the pain away (easy to say when life is pretty comfortable). My pride blinded the fact that I was talking about myself. 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
It’s true, I didn’t wait for my future wife. Even as a Christian and someone who wants to do ministry, I’m still not waiting for her. Even though I grew up in the church where, at a young age, I was taught that I needed to wait for my wife who was somewhere out there. I was taught how blessed my future marriage and sex life would be if I waited and didn’t ruin it ahead of time. I was promised that it was worth the wait, and that she was worth the wait. Continue reading
I started doing it in high school. Actually, I didn’t even know what I was really doing. But I was drawn out into the wilderness. Alone. I didn’t even know what to say when my parents asked where I was going. So I’d make something up. I didn’t know how to explain it. I would drive out of town and park my car near some woods and just start walking. I didn’t have any idea where I was going, and I didn’t really care. It wasn’t just exploring for the sake of exploring, rather as if I was looking for something. As I was, I was looking for God. Continue reading