Kindle deals for Christian readers
Today’s the last day to take advantage of these deals from Crossway:
- Pursuing Peace by Robert D. Jones—$3.99
- Unpacking Forgiveness by Chris Brauns—$3.99
- The Biblical Counseling Movement after Adams by Heath Lambert—$3.99
- You Can Change by Tim Chester—$3.99
- When I Don’t Desire God by John Piper—$4.99
Also on sale:
- Why Believe the Bible? by John MacArthur—$1.99
- Pastors in the Classics by Leland Ryken—$1.99
- A Woman Seeking God by Dorothy Patterson—$2.99
White Christians ought to think about what that flag says to our African-American brothers and sisters in Christ, especially in the aftermath of yet another act of white supremacist terrorism against them. The gospel frees us from scrapping for our “heritage” at the expense of others. As those in Christ, this descendant of Confederate veterans has more in common with a Nigerian Christian than I do with a non-Christian white Mississippian who knows the right use of “y’all” and how to make sweet tea.
On a related note, Jon Stewart offered quite a moving statement on the The Daily Show. There are a few bleeped out cuss words (naturally), but it’s worth watching as he gets to the heart of the real issue.
In seven days we leave Texas, our unexpected home.
The realization of what we’re leaving hits hard these weeks. God has disciplined us here and loved us, taught us and grown us, trained us and now sends us, and I don’t think either of us expected any of this. Five months ago he was a tall bearded near stranger and I was entertaining thoughts of life-long singleness and service to the local church. We were okay, you know? We were content and serving the Lord and our church and how much can change so quickly?
David Murray reflects on Brian Williams and the closest he came to saying “I lied.”
Her weeping came ahead of her presence, causing my heart to pound. As a mom of three, it wasn’t the first time a crying child had entered our bedroom hours after we thought they’d gone to sleep. My mind went racing through the evening, then over to her to find the trouble, so I could do what I’d done so many times: soothe the hurt, ease the fear, or comfort her in sickness. The familiar words tumbled quickly from me, “Baby, what’s wrong?” But I had absolutely no context for what she’d say next.
She’d just finished her first semester at college, had found a great job, had made sweet friends, and had found a place to serve in a local church she really liked. There wasn’t a mention of a young man yet, though her dad and I had smiled at the thought we could be a few short months or years from meeting him. But no matter where we thought her life was, her tear-filled words came nonetheless: “I’m pregnant.”