The Scoreboard
I researched how to make a web app go viral. One website recommended adding streaks with competitions, gamification, and...
Grace
27 studies
You Already Have It
When I was a kid, my mom had a tradition in which we would go to the store with her and "help Santa out" by suggesting w...
Reflect: Found by Jesus
When the Bible Becomes a Battleground
I spent years arguing about whether God chose me or I chose God. Scholars on both sides warned me that the other positio...
The Life We Are Dying to Kill
I once got incredibly angry at one of my roommates because he wrote a blog with what I considered bad theology. I felt I...
Angered By Grace
In the spring of 2009, a student I discipled, whom I'll call Rob, went on a missions trip to Honduras. Unfortunately, on...
The End of the VIP Room
One of the perks of working at RZIM was access to the Green Room. When we hosted packed events at our headquarters, it f...
When Outsiders Get It First
"I just called everyone on my phone and told them about Jesus." I was stunned. I didn't even know she was a Christian...
The World He Loved
We love John 3:16 because it feels safe. It's an inspirational thought printed on bumper stickers and In-N-Out cups. But...
When the Wine Runs Out
Sitting at Au Bon Pain in Harvard Square, I had to lead another Bible study. But I'd already studied the Bible with five...
Look!
When I was in middle school, another student loved to torment me with cruel nicknames. The one that hurt the most? "Tubb...
The Word is With Us
My Mom said the rocks would be amazing. I believed her, but sitting in the car for hours made me wish I was back home. S...
Reflect: Look at Jesus
Holiness Happens When We Stop Hiding
I was twenty-four, running through a park near Waynoka Avenue in Memphis. Mile two, maybe three. The cold air burned my...
The Debt You Could Never Repay
I was at Crunch, on the second rep of my bicep curls, and without warning, I nearly dropped the weights. "I just want to...
God's Grace Is Enough
I remember staring at my phone, willing myself to pick it up, but my arm felt like lead. I needed to raise support to ke...
The Weight of a Fresh Calendar
A fresh paper planner smells like anxiety. It's the feeling that if you can just organize the boxes right, you can final...
The Exhaustion of Self-Creation
When Facebook first arrived at my college, I remember the rush to set up a profile so everyone could know who I was, wha...
When Prayer Feels Like a Performance
My friend and I met up in Bellingrath Chapel at Rhodes College, where we'd agreed to pray together for an hour. The sile...
Horse Backwash
When I served as a campus minister at Harvard, I sometimes wondered if I belonged there. Everyone seemed to have themsel...
A New Family
At the end of every school year, I always looked forward to getting the yearbook. The first thing I did was turn to the...
Not Me
From the Auschwitz death camp, the Franciscan priest Maximilian Kolbe wrote to his mother, "Do not worry about me or my...
Victory
I gasped for air and charged around a curve on a dirt path deep in the woods. To my shock, my cross-country coach was th...
Vomit Faith
In the autumn of 1784, a twenty-five-year-old Member of Parliament jolted across the stone-paved roads of Europe, bounci...
Talk Is Cheap
An anonymous poster to an online forum wrote, "I am a new Christian. I sin a lot. I am such a bad person. I insult other...
How to Live Well
In April 2026, Bryan Johnson published his simplified daily routine for maximal health. It takes four hours and forty-si...
Stinky Feet
In seminary, I took a preaching class that required us to give mini-sermons in front of our peers. I agonized over every...
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