I am filled with grief when I see how Christians treat doubt and doubters. For whatever my words are worth, I want to offer a profound apology for any time you’ve been written off easily by Christians in your circle—maybe even made to feel as though you’re “not really one of us” because you struggle to believe what others claim comes so naturally to them.
I grew up reading theology and for a long time I hated every moment of it. I didn’t understand why my parents would torture me with reading assignments each summer.
A few years back, I was leading a group of students through weekly Bible studies, when one of the girls openly asked, “Do you guys really believe what we are reading? And if so, does it truly make a visible difference in our lives?“
What comes to mind when you think about worship?
Or more specifically, what do you think of when it comes to singing in church?
For me, it used to involve emotional music, closed eyes, and of course, raised hands.
So recently, I had one of my favorite kinds of nights: date night. I won’t gush too much. But suffice to say, I don’t take for granted being married to my best friend.