Oliver was a friend, chaplain, professor, author, and loyal church reformer. This Gnesio-Lutheran giant will be missed.
We don’t need another brand. We need a people who remember who they are. And that’s us, Gen-X.
Just as each servant was sent to bring back the Master’s fruit, so did God send his prophets to bring back the fruits of a life shaped by the Word.

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We don’t need another brand. We need a people who remember who they are. And that’s us, Gen-X.
The danger is not destruction. It is reduction.
We don’t flinch at sin. We speak Christ into it.
The Church speaks not with the cleverness of men, but with the breath of God.
You are a soul. Not an algorithm. Not a hashtag. A soul knit together by a God who does not mock, does not abandon, and does not lie.
The Church needs mystics again. Not fringe figures, but saints ablaze with love.
The Christ who rescues does not wait for you to be clean. He comes to clean you. He does not need your strength. He brings his own.
Christ does not hide his wounds. He offers them.
The great lie of addiction is that suffering must be fled, must be numbed, must be drowned out by any means necessary.
The addict’s condition speaks a hard truth: that we are all beggars before God, every one of us bent toward the grave.
Addiction is the warped fruit of a good tree: a sign that the heart longs for transcendence but has sought it in places too small, too finite to hold such hunger.
In Simeon's hands and Anna's gaze, we are reminded of God's promise—not distant, not fading, but alive.