Dear Dad | A Letter of Concern
Dear Dad, You went to be with Jesus 10 years ago. In honor of a decade of the best 10 years of your existence, I wanted to give you an update on how things have …
Dear Dad, You went to be with Jesus 10 years ago. In honor of a decade of the best 10 years of your existence, I wanted to give you an update on how things have …
If Donald Trump ever decided to start a church, it might look strikingly like many of America’s megachurches, many of which proved instrumental to his election. Picture this: a sprawling campus adorned with gold trim, …
My faith is Orthodox Christianity. The life that led me to it was hardly orthodox (small o), nor was it anything special. Perhaps even less so is the world I have lived through since I …
When I was in middle school, my family moved to a new town over an hour away from my childhood home. I don’t remember wanting to move, but my parents were drawn to country living …
November 5th, 2024, started like a normal Tuesday, teaching classes to 18-22 year-olds. I then voted and returned to the office for the rest of the day. That evening, my wife and I joined a …
I’ve been in young adult ministry for just about a decade. It’s obvious to me that many of the frustrations in our society are the direct result of how The Church mismanaged our opportunities to …
Most Americans have heard of the infamous Salem Witch Trials of 1692 which condemned 20 people to death, 19 by hanging and one pressed to death by rocks. Fewer know that the first person executed …
This piece originally appeared on the Website for Wayhouse Media on June 2, 2020. Matt Allbritton, the owner of Wayhouse, has joined the contributing authors at Faith on View. Essays previously published by Wayhouse Media …
In a recent online exchange, I posted a photo of an icon that showed the Virgin Mary with a breast partially uncovered. While some of the discussion centered around the ever-weary topic of modesty, another …
How to Listen, Empathize, and Love Well Doubts are seldom allowed in the church. There’s an unspoken agreement that we’ll keep such thoughts to ourselves — that we won’t sully an otherwise pleasant Sunday morning, …