Review: Telling the Truth
I served a church where we regularly confessed our sins in unison readings or responsively, followed by words of assurance from one of the pastors.
I served a church where we regularly confessed our sins in unison readings or responsively, followed by words of assurance from one of the pastors.
For fans of Marilynne Robinson’s fiction (and they are legion), the rural Iowa town of Gilead in the 1950s has become a familiar and cherished
This year Friends of World Mission celebrates fifty years of support for global ministry projects, so we asked a few Covenant leaders to share their
I remember making fun of my mom for crying while she listened to “Landslide” by Fleetwood Mac, or anytime we heard what I then considered
My true self is far more than my ethnicity, politics, or occupation. In my formative years I lived in North Idaho. It was the 1980s,
I thought I’d kicked Scandal, I really did. Last spring I lost interest, fed up with the ridiculous plot twists and melodramatic speeches that had
When I was a nine-year-old Sunday-school student memorizing Scripture verses in the basement of an old brownstone church in downtown Los Angeles, I didn’t imagine
I’m afraid I need some more personal consecration before my husband and I retire. Peter recently had a surgery that gave me an opportunity (i.e.,
Forgiveness is the costliest gift one can receive. I know of no calculus for the value of the gift. Forgiveness is unique because it is
