Identity in Christ
23 studies
You're Not a Christian
Who am I to question someone’s faith? It’s the kind of accusation that abusive leaders use to destabilize and control. E...
I Just Couldn't See It
"For five months I've perceived you as being arrogant to me. So I've been praying for you every day and trying to start...
Unqualified Jesus
When I visited Honduras in 2017, I had an M.Div. degree, years of ministry experience, and a position with a global nonp...
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...
When Success Feels Like Losing
I watched my friend Nabeel Qureshi captivate a room for an hour, telling story after story. Afterwards, I saw the line o...
The Water That Doesn't Run Out
We were expecting a fabulous meal at the ski lodge's steakhouse. High ceilings, mahogany leather chairs, elegantly dress...
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...
The Expert Who Knew Nothing
I have the degrees listed on my LinkedIn profile—the M.Div., the D.Min. I've led ministries at Ivy League universities a...
Look!
When I was in middle school, another student loved to torment me with cruel nicknames. The one that hurt the most? "Tubb...
Do You Want To Look At Jesus?
When I arrived for a weekend retreat with thirty up-and-coming leaders, the jockeying for position started immediately....
Where Are You Looking?
"Why were your headquarters so nice?" asked my friend. I was puzzled. "What do you mean?" I thought to myself. "The mini...
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...
When You Don't Know Why You're Here
My employer had told me I needed to take a new role in the organization, and aptitude testing would determine my placeme...
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 You Feel Invisible
I was standing in the foyer of a massive megachurch, watching everyone else do what I couldn't figure out how to do. Eve...
Sewage Smells
Every conversation at a national ministry conference in Washington, D.C. felt like it followed an unwritten script. "Hi,...
And
In the fall of 2003, I was sitting in a chair outside Emory's dining hall by myself. But suddenly, I felt surrounded by...
Mary
I was driving down a forgettable road in South Hamilton, MA. My creaky Ford Explorer screeched to a halt at a four-way s...
With
I walked slowly down the potluck tables, overloading my paper plate with rotisserie chicken, a green bean casserole, and...
Rags
At the National Center for Civil and Human Rights in Atlanta, I walked up to a lunch counter and put on headphones. Imme...
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