Our ability “to afford” is a moral compass we use to navigate an incredibly complex milieu of decisions. Affordability isn’t just a component of our moral decision making; it has become the very whole of our morality.
A response to the CBF Global Missions budget cuts
Recently, the Cooperative Baptist Fellowship announced that they would be “right-sizing” their organizational structure. Necessary questions about budgetary management, fiscal responsibility and institutional culture aside, the elephant in the room is that moderate to progressive Baptist churches are not financially supporting the work of CBF ministry partners globally.
When God doesn’t bless in really tangible, monetary ways
I want my son to receive the gift that comes from being a part of a family and a community of people who practice the ancient art of (sometimes foolishly) depending upon a divine force rather than the invisible hand of the stock market for worth, direction, hope and stability.
Ash Wednesday (or how (not) to be Baptist in Trump’s America)
For those of us who grew up Baptist in the Southeast, the dichotomy between our faith and our political life isn’t a recent aberration. Instead, it’s the manifestation of a longstanding unwillingness to unite these two parts of our souls.
Unprofessional Christianity
Quitting your job is scary and hard and weird and exciting and nauseating, but when you’re a pastor, it’s a lot like leaving a cult. For most people, the phrase “You know, it was just time” is a sufficient…
matter, that is.
When you’ve spent your entire life asking the world for permission to exist, it can be rather unnerving when it repeatedly answers back with a resounding “no.” Growing up, I enjoyed a rather typical existence for a middle class white…
I tweet; therefore, I am
A little over 2 months ago, my son was born. And, as I’ve taken a rather mushy and decidedly projectile-heavy absence from writing things for free on the internet, I’ve encountered an altogether unexpected feeling. Mainly, that I didn’t miss…
The death of god (or 5 ways to make people mad on the Internet)
Let’s be honest, blogging is sexy. Like an aphrodisiacal wine, crackling fire or bearskin rug, few things bring our raw and inchoate emotions to a startling head quite like a breathless 750-word epitaph elucidating the grizzly details of parenthood and/or…
Hashbrown blessed or we’re all God’s children in the dark
Have you ever had that experience where-after happening upon the age of some celebrity or Silicon Valley tech maven who at 10 years your junior has already managed to accomplish more than you ever will-you find you have a rather…