In the end, your story isn’t an epic of personal glory. You aren’t the hero. Your Savior Jesus is.
Whether a Christian enjoys high church, low church, or something in between, aesthetics in the Church are not about any one individual person and their particular tastes. Aesthetics are, fundamentally, not a matter of legalism, but of edification—that the Gospel of Christ might be preached and taught to all peoples, unhindered by its medium.
Let us live by walking with Jesus, so that our Neo-Pagan neighbors, the witch, and frankly a lot of us Christians, can put down our crystals, our superstitions, our vision boards, and our bound sage in order to live out a liturgy of life, with rituals, practices, and behaviors that reflect who we are as followers of Christ.

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I apologize for my part in making Christmas necessary. I have learned that Christ is NOT the reason for the season, I am.
I’m a life-long New Yorker, and I have the pleasure of working minutes from the neighborhood I grew up in as a boy.
I think we can all agree that there is not a more popular writer on Christ Hold Fast than Chad Bird.
I saw a beautiful picture of grace yesterday. A real bestowing of favor on someone less deserving.
I know it’s hard for some people to put aside old ideas and notions about Christianity, Christians, and church in general.
The Sixth Sense is a suspenseful and scary movie where a little boy is born with the strange gift of seeing dead people.
I have to admit, there are times that I'm still completely susceptible to self-serving salvation projects.
Some days, people need a touch. Not just any touch, but something that says, "I care about you, and I love you."
I don't remember the first time I heard the gospel, but I do remember the first time I began to understand it.
Whatever level of sin you're rummaging around in, forgiveness and grace is yours.
Sometimes, I wish I was much older. Old enough to realize that my best, most influential, and productive days are behind me so that I could speak completely and openly about my life, my triumphs, and most of all, my struggles.
It's coming. Can you feel it? It's creeping up on us like a quiet predator. It's hiding behind the Christmas trees and stockings hung with care. It's getting ready to strike.