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On Deconstruction

For the vast, vast majority of people, “deconstruction” is a good thing. Deconstruction can result in something far different and, in my opinion, far better than, white Evangelical Christianity.

When Our Bibles Get It Wrong

The history of the church is our confidence in rightly understanding until we realize how terribly wrong we’ve misunderstood everything.

To Be Human Again

Sometimes the arts can entertain us. Disney has surely figured out that formula. But sometimes . . . the arts can open something up to us that we didn’t ever think we needed to see and learn.

REVIEW: Anxious to Talk About It

You will not find this to be the “answer book.” It’s not designed for that. This is a book that invites us to join in the community, in the discussion, in the journey.

Be Like Betty White

Betty White, a white woman in an industry that empowered only white men, stood up for what's right. It cost her the job that she loved. But she did it, not “anyway,” but “because.” She did it because of her own moral integrity.

REVIEW: Subversive Witness: Scripture’s Call to Leverage Privilege

The book’s subtitle hints at what’s to come: we are all granted some level of privilege in life that others do have; those who have the most privilege are called to use that privilege

When the Good News Isn’t So Good

We have to face the fact that Christians often pick up odious behavior traits and exhibit them while singing songs of love and praise to Jesus of Nazareth.

The Cross and the Gun

A lot of what passes for discipleship and church membership in America is lacking in this demand to lay down our lives before Jesus and to cast aside the devil and all his works.

REVIEW: Shoutin’ in the Fire

I had to read this slowly, thoughtfully, with many pauses and breaks. There have been books I’ve read through in … More

When You See Their Truth

Whatever your beliefs are about redemption and salvation and even universalism—Jesus was always with those who are most despised and feared by Evangelicals. They’re the people he had meals with. Their homes were his resting place. They were whom he wept for.