By Amanda Petersen It is not hard to come across yet another voice of cynicism and dissent shouting from the crowd of young adults in regards to their church experience. Perhaps I have come to a place where I expect anything relating the church and gen-x to be loaded with hurt, frustration, and disillusionment, but … Continue reading Jesus Has Left The Building
By Kari Miller Lord Alfred Tennyson said it is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. Ive turned this phrase over and over in my mind and I just cant make sense of it. Maybe it might be better said that it is better to love the author of … Continue reading Time With God’s Beloved
By Luke W Russell Sunday morning you load the kids into the car and head off to church. You pull into the parking lot, and getting into the building you go left down the hallway away from the sanctuary. Danny goes in the twos and threes room, Jamie in Room 20, and then John goes … Continue reading Segregation
By Briellyn Widbin We came to Buenos Aires with no plans. No expectations. Just the desire to ask the Lord each and every day what He would have us do, and where He would have us go. On our first day of ministry we ended up at a pretty big park on the other side … Continue reading Hope for the Lost Boys
By Jimmy McCarty Part III continued from Part II. We are a generation of skeptics. We are groomed to critique, to criticize, to filter everything that comes our way. We like proof, especially for that which seems outlandish or improbable. For that which has no logical proof we appreciate testimony and validation. We know from our … Continue reading My Generation, Part III
By Jimmy McCarty Part II continued from Part I. My generation is fiercely loyal. Wild horses cannot drag us from the quests to which we have bound ourselves. Anything we have decided is worth our time and attention is worth an undying commitment to any bitter end. The problem for my generation arises in discovering … Continue reading My Generation, Part II
By Jeff Goins, Editor Every war has an end. I’ve only seen pictures of Woodstock. I’ve heard stories of the Jesus People movement in the 1970s. And now, I am camping with over 3000 of my peers gathered in a field in middle Tennessee for the sake of peace. To my left is Otter Creek … Continue reading Displace Me: My Night As An Invisible Child
By Matt Kok It doesn’t take much to become involved in a conversation about religion. And more often than not, the topic is not even breached by the ‘religious’ ones. This weekend, we found ourselves at a resort in Kamloops. All eleven of us. We know each other through school and through school connections. Over … Continue reading Religion at the Pub
By Sara Choe I admit it I spend an inordinate amount of time browsing through www.facebook.com. Its been a good way for me to reconnect with old friends. I found Julianne, who was my best friend from the 2nd grade. But Facebook is not so cool when I come across people the recollection of whom … Continue reading Friends in Strange Places
By Zach Binsfeld Somewhere in the distance I heard an alarm clock, a wretched sound, but not one that could evade the swift maneuver of my hand hitting the snooze, repeatedly, with skill. While I was still in a haze, my roommate walked to my bunk and asked me, Is this when Im supposed to … Continue reading Easter on the FOB