M*A*S*H isn’t just a great comedy; it’s also a thoughtful and touching exploration of the human condition that features an extraordinary depiction of publicly living out one’s faith in a fallen world.
Fury is less about battle and more about how battle consumes its participants.
The Walking Dead speaks about us as it reveals our aches and longings. Our world is broken, and yet our hopes need not be dashed.
Believe Me quietly pushes its audience to assess at what point one can become so attached to Christian culture that it keeps them from Christ.
Let the awe-inspiring visuals, the deep performances, and the frailty of life so majestically mirrored by Malick sweep over you.
I’m concerned that God’s Not Dead perpetuates a false stereotype: that of the bully atheist philosophy professor who is out to destroy every Christian student’s faith.
On February 17th, 1600 A.D., Giordano Bruno, a Dominican priest, philosopher, and mathematician, was condemned as a heretic and burned at the stake by the Roman Inquisition.
“When the Bible says that faith is ‘the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen,’ it doesn’t limit faith to something only spiritual.”
Millennials are more than passive consumers of the “radical” message, and they are driven more by love than fear.
“So much of church liturgy is about waiting, and my toddler is practicing with more patience than I am able to muster.”
