We should feel dissonance; we are, after all, immortals trapped in mortal surroundings. We lack unity because long ago a gap fissured open between our mortal and immortal parts; theologians trace the fault line back to the Fall.

I rejected the church for a time because I found so little grace there. I returned because I found grace nowhere else.

The rubber hits the road when we try to show grace to a person most unlike us, even someone morally offensive.

At the heart of the gospel is a God who deliberately surrenders to the wild, irresistable power of love.

In a nutshell, the Bible from Genesis 3 to Revelation 22 tells the story of a God reckless with desire to get his family back.

We need faith and the mind of the Lord Jesus to recognize something of lasting value in even our most ordinary tasks.

We whine about things we have little control over; we lament what we believe ought to be changed.