By Joel A. Hess - Perhaps more than any other story in scripture, the story of Mary and Martha has been the most scandalous. I am serious. Every time I read and preach on this episode of Jesus’ journey, I get frustrated feedback. Frequently the critics do not just direct their angst at me, but … Continue reading The Church of Martha
By Paul Koch - For those of you who do not know, I have two brothers, one older and one younger. Once a year we all get together with my dad for a little trip where we catch a Laker game and usually explore a city which is new to us. This year we went … Continue reading The Conviction of Things Not Seen
By Cindy Koch - It is a happy day when I taste a California Strawberry. For years, even while living in southeast Georgia, I could make a trip to buy some fresh produce and find the little plastic packages with sunny smiles on the sticker only to discover a little taste of home had followed … Continue reading Shopping for Fruits of the Spirit
By Paul Koch - “Vanity of vanities! All is vanity” What does king Solomon mean when he utters these words? What does it mean to say that all things are vain? When we usually think of vanity, we think of one who admires themselves perhaps a little too much, one who can’t stop taking selfies … Continue reading Cheer Up It’s All Vanity
By Bob Hiller - By now I’m sure you’ve heard the news that Joshua Harris, the evangelical who found fame with his “purity culture” classic “I Kissed Dating Goodbye,” has left the faith. Of leaving his current situation, Harris posted on his Instagram page, "By all the measurements that I have for defining a Christian, … Continue reading Joshua Harris Is Not Your Opportunity
By Joel A. Hess - There was some one thing that was too great for God to show us when He walked upon our earth; and I have sometimes fancied that it was His mirth.” - GK Chesterton, Orthodoxy Recently, the great Cornell West reminded me of the above quote when briefly talking about Jesus … Continue reading Did Jesus Laugh?
By Cindy Koch - Sound asleep. A squeal that I barely heard from the back corner of a dream. Open eyes, drowned in blackness and silence. I thought I heard a scream, but maybe it was residual imaginations from my sleep-state world. Waiting, straining to hear, eyes wide open even though I could see nothing. … Continue reading Defective Mother
