Russell D. Moore
Puberty is an awkward time. Most people, both men and women, will point to this stormy time in their lives with a mixture of embarrassment and cringing.
It seems to me that Jesus never seemed all that outraged by ridicule. Jesus never seemed to be personally offended.1 comments
We’ve been warned that social media can distract us, shorten our attention spans, disconnect us from real-life relationships.Tags Technology
Now, I know there are some who would tell you the way to avoid the problem is to do away with “secular” music. But what is secular music?
I know I’ve really messed up. I’m just trying to figure what to do now, to keep from making it worse.
As the closing credits of Get Low filed by, I realized I hadn’t expected a near encounter with the gospel.
The news media pronounces him the new leader of America’s Christian conservative movement, and a flock of America’s Christian conservatives have no problem with that.
I was sad to see Gregory Boyd’s announcement that his fellow theologian Clark Pinnock has died. Clark Pinnock led me to faith in Christ.
I received a question from a reader about whether it was ethical and neighbor-loving to display a picture of Confederate General. Below are my thoughts on the situation.
Anne Rice is, at best, our sister-in-Christ who is going through a dark night of the soul. She is, at the very least, someone who has encountered something of the light of Christ, is drawn to it, and is now “kicking against the goads.”
Drunkenness isn’t my particular point of weakness, but I sure have lots of others. And this anecdote reminded me of how many times God has used something minor to arrest my attention.
I’ve left my hometown lots of times. But never like this.
A while back I posted a question from Calvin, a Reformed dispensationalist fundamentalist, and Aimee, a Pentecostal, who have fallen in love and want to get married. Here are my thoughts on the question.
It’s easy for me to love my neighbor. It’s easy, that is, as long as my neighbor is invisible.
Twenty years ago—May 10, 1990—the corpse of the writer Walker Percy was pulled from his bed. Perhaps the most remarkable aspect of that moment, then and now, is the absence of the smell of gunpowder.