Spam calls are even more infuriating when everyone’s working at home.
There are three kinds of time for a Christian writer:
chronos, kairos, and billable.
Remember the concept of the rainy day fund? It’s raining.
If Christ had carried only my sin, the load would have been heavy enough.
By Stan Guthrie
Given that a lot of us—but certainly not all—have some unexpected time on our hands, along with fewer media options with which to occupy us, now is a perfect opportunity to dig into the world’s limitless and ever-increasing supply of good books.
Alexander the Great was brought down by a mosquito.
Can we at least agree that it’s time to get rid of China’s wet markets?
Let’s stop with the partisanship and deal with this thing.
Review by Nathan A. Finn
In the middle decades of the 20th century, a handful of popular books became something of an informal canon that helped shape postwar evangelical identity and piety. Think, for instance, of C. S. Lewis’s Mere Christianity, Billy Graham’s Peace with God, David Wilkerson’s The Cross and the Switchblade, John Stott’s Basic Christianity, Elisabeth Elliot’s Through Gates of Splendor and The Shadow of the Almighty, Hal Lindsey’s The Late, Great Planet Earth, Brother Andrew’s God’s Smuggler, or Charles Colson’s Born Again.
Among these near-canonical writings, Corrie ten Boom’s The Hiding Place, published in 1970, became a bona fide international phenomenon.
Can we Christians agree that when it comes to the coronavirus, we need less politics and more prayer?