At some point in progressive Baptist history we finally started fighting the right fights, but we forgot why we fought them. Claiming Jesus and the resurrection suddenly seemed too evangelical and we tried to distance ourselves as far as possible from the evangelicals.
It is midnight. Not the kind of midnight measured by clocks. The kind that settles into your bones. The kind that lingers long after the sun has risen. We all know this midnight. It is the midnight of the marriage...











