I’m a crappy Christian. Not only that, but the life of faith often does not feel good. Or fulfilling. I don’t know, maybe I’m doing it wrong.

When I was about seven or eight years old, me and a buddy peed in a neighbor kid’s bike helmet when he wasn’t looking.

You know you should be happy around Christmas, but some years, you end up feeling a little letdown.

Imagine a dirty, dank, stinky barn full of animal manure. Now close your eyes and take a deep breath in through your nose.

Whether you dispense financial advice at the water cooler, or talk a friend through a crisis, we are all counseling, all the time.

Are you a self-assured risk taker? Or are you passive and fearful? These seem like opposing traits.

“Being born is a passive event. But death, now that’s something you can actively help in achieving for yourself.” 

Your eternal salvation isn’t dependent on performance or effort. Well, not your performance anyway...

Martin Luther knew something about economics. Well, God’s economics anyway. It goes something like this: you can’t pay your way into heaven,

Americans love the vicarious sense of pride they get from the odds-defying underdog myth.

Is there ever a time in a Christian’s life when there is less need for grace? Think about it.

I saw a commercial once that said I just have to do whatever it takes to actualize my best me.

Ah, the New Year. It’s the stuff of resolutions. To be better. Do better.