I did band for a year. It was the most painfully uncool year of my life. At my middle school, you had to do choir plus band or theater. There was a girl in band I thought was cute, so I went with band. I chose percussion, proving mediocre at best.
The Village Blog
In a culture of comfort, entitlement and self-indulgence, the lives of believers in Jesus Christ should declare a very different message. I don't mean only what we say and sing on Sunday morning, but the very testimony of our living sacrifices, our whole bodies—flesh and spirit—presented to God as holy and acceptable (Rom. 12:1).
There’s an elephant in the room, and its name is grief. We don’t know how to grieve, and we don’t want to learn. We’d rather distract ourselves with a myriad of gadgets, movies, drugs, food and social media. But grief doesn’t go away if we ignore it.
I can’t tell you how many times I’ve sat at this light, waiting for it to turn green. In an instant, I see the steering wheels of four different cars that I’ve sat behind, looking at life through each windshield and seeing vastly different things.
If you had walked through the crowds at Occupy Wall Street, you might have heard singing. Sung to the tune of “The Battle Hymn of the Republic,” these lyrics floated through the air: “Solidarity forever, solidarity forever, solidarity forever, for the union makes us strong.”
Summer is fast approaching! For many of you, the next few months will be filled with travel, adventure and increased opportunities to spend time together as a family. As you begin to think about and plan how you will spend the next few months, we’d like to once again present you with the Summer Family Activity Book. This resource gives you ideas on how to be intentional with your time ...
I often feel defeated over things the Bible never even says I need to do. Though I believe that God’s Word is completely sufficient, “that the man of God be complete, equipped for every good work” (2 Tim. 3:17), I find that I don’t always act that way.
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.