The apprehension of quadruple murder suspect Austin Drummond on Tuesday morning in Jackson, Tennessee, was one of those rare events that reminded all of us how fragile life and the freedoms we enjoy can be.
When I ran into Kay Arthur on the campus of New Orleans Seminary about 30 years ago, I was surprised. No one had announced she would be there. We students thought we knew all the campus news, but apparently not. For me, this was a big deal.
I started full-time ministry at 20 years old, and I quickly grew enamored with the excitement and the perceived prestige of ministry. I would never have admitted it then, but I made ministry my idol – and I confess that I still run that risk this many years later.
When a Christian studies church history, they are uncovering the Christian generations that came before them so they can answer the questions concerning their identity and their foundation.
First-person articles, comments, letters to the editor, blog excerpts, social media posts and more.
It won’t surprise me if this post is not a popular one. Its topic is not a fun one. I get that.
Nothing is scarier than change. Well, maybe spiders are scarier, but I digress.
Remember all those things that happened back then — the things that you “just don’t think about?” Yeah. They’re still there.
The healthiest churches I know have small groups that are intentional about reaching non-believers. They set that goal, and they seek to reach lost people and then disciple new believers. At the same time, though, I’m reminded of reasons unchurched or newly-churched folks may be uncomfortable attending your small group.
The recent flooding in Texas has left so many of us reeling. The loss of lives, especially the lives of children at Camp Mystic, is beyond comprehension.
