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At small group tonight we took a break from our regularly schedule programming – the seven deadly sins – to talk about a question that had come up in previous discussions. Two of my guys have to write eighteen one-page papers on different apparent contradictions in the Bible, so they asked me some questions about [...]

Last night in small group I taught the second lesson on the seven deadly sins, on envy.
Seven Deadly Sins: Envy
So what is envy? Well, in brief, the way we usually use the word “envy” has nothing to do with its historical meaning. Envy is when we refuse to allow God the privilege of determining our [...]

I recently finished reading Rebecca DeYoung’s Glittering Vices, which blew me away. I’ve never ready anything that dealt with the seven deadly sins so clearly and so well.
I think I suffer from them all (and I’m not a hypochondriac!).
Anyway, I decided to turn her book into a small group series for a systematic theology class [...]

This story from the BBC caught my attention today. Seems people have hit on the idea of using pink flourescent lights to keep teenagers from congregating in public areas. How? Because after dark, the pink light highlights any facial blemishes these kids have.
Wow.
The last thing teenagers need is another group of people (in this case, [...]

One of the assignments I did (with two other guys, Adam and Mike) in my Church Ministries with Youth class was a retreat for parents. The purpose of the retreat is to get away with just the parents (leave the kids at home!) and talk to them about youth ministry. Since it’s important to work [...]

So how should youth pastors be trained? I went to Faith Baptist Bible College for undergrad and studied in the Associate Pastor major, with an emphasis on youth.
But even after four years of youth ministry training, I didn’t feel equipped to actually lead a youth group. I mean, I knew I could plan games, schedule [...]

There is a big blue minivan on campus. This isn’t your regular old beat up van, though. This one is unique; it’s covered in bumper stickers. And when I say covered, I mean completely plastered. Overwhelmed. Drowning in bumper stickers. Gaudy ones, all over the side windows. “Make Love, Not War.” “Fur is Murder.” “In [...]