I once fancied myself a summer man. My most formative times were the summers between sixth grade and before going to college, when my family had a house on Fire Island. The sounds of the ocean waves crashing against the shore aided my sleep, and the salt air wasn’t just…
Read MoreI was reading David Zahl’s latest, The Big Relief: The Urgency of Grace for a Worn-Out World, and along the way, I started thinking about what the relief he describes would look like in a local congregation. I resonated with the idea that “The church has been the place I go when there’s no place left to go” for relief…
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