Author: Julie Lyons

“The older I get and the more I learn about God’s way, the more I become convinced—I’m not in control of much of anything

You discover layers of prejudice beneath prejudice, with sordid little pockets of stuff that comes awfully close to hatred. You see yourself tested and tried and found wanting.

An object of relentless teasing and rejection. A victim of gang rape at gunpoint during a home invasion. Raped by her stepfather. Tawana grew up wondering if God even existed.

I grew up in all-white neighborhoods in the Midwest and heard racist statements from people I loved and respected.

The hard reality is that lots of us with sterling records of past accuracy got it wrong. I see this as a rebuke from the Lord…

Where is your heart on the eve of this election?

Thirty surgeries later, Johannes Christian had a reconstructed face–“They made me look like Denzel,” he jokes

In a bizarre turn of the story that only God could script, Adebayo, the Nigerian former Muslim, is shepherding a congregation that consists mostly of homeless people, former homeless people, and a few dedicated helpers who caught on to his vision.

We named it, we claimed it.

We bound devils and loosed riches, stomped our feet and waved our fists until we were sweaty and hoarse and a little ridiculous.

We stood by our mailboxes and ripped open our bank statements, looking for “supernatural blessings.”

A fellow faculty member asked Celestin Musekura what he was doing to prepare for his upcoming mission trip, and the Dallas Theological Seminary adjunct professor told her that he was working out to strengthen his back—in case he got beat up.