Okay, said Debbie, but besides the people who think they speak for God, how about the ones who say all God’s Spirit does is make you talk funny and fall down. Read more »

Some people think that becoming a Christian means every thought that enters their heads is from God. Yikes! Read more »

Let’s review: On 6/9, I wrote about my friend Debbie who asked why she lived with fear and without peace even as a Christian–which isn’t how the Bible describes how it goes. Read more »

Tomorrow’s topic, at least for me, on Grace Talk Soup is the male of the species. It has become fashionable in many circles to belittle boys and men–which, to use religious language, happens to be a sin. Read more »

Let me give you an example of the kind of power God puts in us. AA used to be Christian. When my dad ran Salvation Army rehabilitation centers, he did a lot of work with AA. Back then they talked about turning your life over to Jesus Christ. According to published reports, recovery rates ran around 90%. Read more »

Lots of people say all religions are basically the same, a belief system around which you build your life. Not so with Christianity. Read more »

My Christian friend lamented that she wanted to help her sister–let’s call her Mary–as Mary struggled with the consequences of a whole series of bad decisions. She couldn’t. She wanted to, but she couldn’t. Read more »

I saw a school-bus yellow Hummer II again today. That’s one sweet vehicle. Read more »

Talking about lies and the rationalizations thereof brings Al Gore to mind. Read more »

Since my dad and mom were both preachers, I spent a fair amount of time in church. And since both were good preachers–and knowledgeable–I even listened to what they had to say. Daddy’s approach was intelligent, logical and humorous while Mom sparked her sermons with occasional fire-breathing, pulpit-pounding moments. Neither had a problem with sleepers in the pews. Read more »

Since my dad and mom were both preachers, I spent a fair amount of time in church. And since both were good preachers–and knowledgeable–I even listened to what they had to say. Daddy’s approach was intelligent, logical and humorous while Mom sparked her sermons with occasional fire-breathing, pulpit-pounding moments. Neither had a problem with sleepers in the pews. Read more »