There were a ton of women (and about a quarter-ton of men) at IF:Gathering last weekend. Were you there? Did you tune in from home? It will take me a while to process the event, so this post won't be that. Except to tell you it was good. On Saturday, I had the opportunity to share the stage …
Tell Me
Tell me, what's your passion? If you could state your desired message — the one that drives you, even when you'd rather sit still — what would that be? I want to hear it. Maybe you've never written or spoken it out loud. Here's your chance. Go ahead. Tell me. Your passion is safe here. I will not …
The Role of Rest in Calling (A Benediction)
There is so much I want to tell you about Q. I don't have the words, yet, other than to tell you it was beautiful. Beyond my wildest imagination. Mine was the last talk of the day, and I thought I'd share it with you here. (There's a little miracle in the details of how these words actually came …
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The Truth About Christian Celebrity, Feeding the Machine, and “My Friend Big Wig”
Sorry to come back from one month away with all these words. And, with these particular words: People often ask me what I do. "I'm a writer," I tell them. "Really?" they ask. And then, "What do you write?" "I write about faith, and about race in the American church. Stuff like …
Going There: Telling Our Story (Rob Tennant)
My wife and I have three adopted children, but most people looking at our family would never guess. Our oldest, I, adopted from Russia, is as white as we are. It's not a stretch for people to look at him and guess which features are from me and which are from Candy. But the joke is on those who …
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Overflow
Last Sunday, I hopped in the car with two of my friends and drove one hundred miles to a church in a town west of Lincoln. It was one of those perfect weather days. My friends and I watched what we decided was a crop duster as it made low passes over the fields, and we marveled at the clear blue …