Internet Archives

Strange as it may sound, instant-access, binge-watching Netflix culture can, in fact, enrich our lives.

Well, there you go, Internet. A self-righteous open letter. I await my kudos.

Social media can’t be our only means of spreading God’s presence.

“Ransomware” started small, back in the mid-’10s. How could we have known technology wasn’t automatically good?

‘The Simpsons’ did a better job of reaching the masses that the culture warriors had already written off.

One series of ads—and, yes, the Twitter response to it—gave me a bit of hope. I’m talking, of course, about the “Super Bowl Babies” ad series.

Our culture is drowning in morals but starved for virtues—we all think no one has the right to judge us, but we all reserve the right to judge everyone else.

Nostalgia can be a powerful force—the human brain tends to remember what was good about the past and forget what was crummy about it.

Social networking can show us additional blips of each others’ stories that aid us in the work of knowing and being known.

When we share the Gospel in a way that is deceptive, we strongly imply that the Gospel itself is deceptive.

I wonder if maybe our own constant chasing of newness reflects a desire to escape our own mortality—an attempt to deny that we’re made of dust and to dust we will return.

Sometimes feeling the right things takes practice. Sometimes you have to rehearse the outward forms before the inward form takes root.

Should I feel bad about letting Netflix babysit? I don’t know. Will you like me better if I do?

Yes, you and I are even called to love clueless white people who don’t understand why ‘The Wiz: Live!’ had an all-black cast.

I still look at my friends’ selfies, because, honestly, I like to see their faces.

It’s part of my Christian responsibility to be a wise steward of my time as well as my body.