So What Happened to Our Anglican Church in Uganda?
August 18, 2026
Don’t shut me up if I told you the 16th-century reformers turn in their graves at what’s going on!
Don’t shut me up if I told you the 16th-century reformers turn in their graves at what’s going on!
When truth shakes our foundations, we tend to scatter. Not this time I hope.
Random declarations of love minus a sense of long-term commitment can end up as ensnaring sexual gestures.
Perhaps a small view of God, is what often descends us into a high view of man.
Reflections on absorbing brokenness like Jesus, the man of sorrows.
Image/Pexels/Chris Wade You should have seen us in our younger days. (By the way, I still don’t understand why some people are labeled “creatives” and
God’s grace rescued me from reading the Bible primarily “for me”; now my heart is strangely warm. Tell me yours is, too.
How then shall we lay our earthly trophies before Jesus when he’s never been our ultimate trophy?
For more than a decade, I have always lived with a tension resulting from trying to reconcile what I read in God’s word and what I see in God’s world.
This platform is an aggregation of reflections resulting from that discord.
By God’s grace, until the sweat lies cold on my brow, I hope to enter his glory satisfied that his word was not only the lamp to my feet, but a lamp to others’ feet too.
Others like you.
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