Growing up, my family didn’t have a lot of money. When the new school year rolled around, clothes shopping more often involved sifting through hand-me-downs than trips to the mall. In high school, I discovered the thrill of hunting for clothes at thrift stores.
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Mother’s Day is fast approaching, sending children of all ages scurrying to the greeting card aisle to find just the right sentiment to send to Mom. This celebration touches all of us. Though we may not all be mothers, all of us have a mother. And for the people of God who delight in the commands of God, Mother’s Day holds a special meaning, going far beyond a mere calendar date that ...
Recently I had lunch with a sweet volunteer and mom, Lee, who has been volunteering in Little Village for over a decade. Her length of service is impressive but so is the fact that she’s always been with the same age group.
The pursuit of the good life is nothing new. In Jesus’ time, to live the good life meant to be a person of wisdom. Wisdom was a notion that was discussed, examined and sought after (1 Cor. 1:22), offering its practitioners a way to interpret life and to be good citizens.
Some issues in the Christian life matter more than others. The apostle Paul made a distinction between matters that were primary to the gospel, and issues that were not. In 1 Corinthians 15:3, he writes, “What I received I passed on to you as of first importance.”
Whether it’s circled in red marker on our wall calendars or programmed in green in our phones, many of us are anticipating Easter weekend. Often our traditions emphasize either resurrection rejoicing or cross-centered sorrow at the expense of the other. Which is the right posture?
During the Cold War era, “the bomb” was a phrase that touched everyone’s lips. Students practiced bomb drills in school. People built shelters in their backyards out of fear that the Communists might drop the bomb on their city. And while the Cold War is over now, the fear of weapons of mass destruction (WMDs) in the hands of terrorists lives in the minds of the post-9/11 generation.
We watch them. We play them. We talk about them. We listen to experts talk about them. Yet we see sports as nothing more than entertainment—meaningless, harmless fun. If not that, we see sports as bad or evil—after all isn’t the stadium, like a sanctuary, a place of worship?