The church is that place where you can grow. Put yourself in church and you can be sure that growth will happen.
There’s a longing in each of us to belong — to find people who will accept us for who we are, not for who we pretend to be.
We've come to accept that being hurt by the church is inevitable. So we either stay away, or we put on our Sunday best and hope the problems will just go away.
I shared the call that I felt God had laid on my heart and the speaker stopped me. I’ll never forget what he said: “We’re not interested in your type of people.”
I shifted in my seat uncomfortably, my anxiety a bilious mass in the depths of my insides. There were three of us being interviewed for church membership that rainy Monday evening.
So how do you even go about choosing a church that’s right for you? The options are endless, as are the questions that come along with them.
God meant for us to grow spiritually through our relationships with others, and not just with Him alone.
Be alert to the seeds that you allow in your heart.
The church, they keep telling me, is all about community. That’s a lovely idea but it has not been my experience. I don’t expect the church to cater to the minority, but it would be nice to be considered, even just a little.
Church is supposed to be a community where individuals are cared for, where gifts are used effectively, where people are challenged to grow beyond themselves.
Shouldn't it be the church members' privilege and responsibility to care for others in their congregation? But how often does that actually happen?
Singleness seems to only be understood as a terrible and undesired transitionary state to be left behind as soon as possible.
What once began as a simple catchphrase to attract people towards Christian music has morphed into vague Christian-ese. The unintended result is that the purity of our "praise and worship" has actually been diluted.
The good, the bad, and the ugly were all clear once I removed my rose-colored glasses.