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.

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The devil knows our name and labels us by our sin. The devil breathes out death as he names us for what we are, sinners.
When we run deep into the darkness, Jesus runs deeper and deeper after us. Where sin abounds, grace abounds all the more.
Regardless of what our eyes, senses, and circumstances tell us, we belong to Christ, and He is with us.
Christmas comes in the dead of winter. In a season when the earth is cold, dark, and bare, songs on the radio belt out a chorus which names this season, "the most wonderful time of the year."
He was a beggar on the streets. And, he was as good as dead if he didn't receive a blessing. The words, "you're cursed" haunted his mind.
The wound on my hand would not let me forget what happened. The crackled and blistered strip of skin was a memento of the searing pain I felt that day. For the remainder of that year, I was constantly reminded of what I had done.
The sight of indulgences being bought and sold is just not something I witness on a regular basis.
An orphan girl lives a monotonous life filled with loneliness serving as a slave to her stepmother and stepsisters.
Show me. If I’m going to believe, I need to be convinced—on my terms.
There are some things that just go together. Walk through the aisles of a store and see colors harmonize with spring colors that paint the earth.
The more I heard the song, the more I heard the heart of the Gospel in the song.
Just like that, the crowd dissipated. Jesus’ words pierced like a bright light through their foggy misconceptions. The Hungry mouths that touched, chewed, and swallowed a miracle, were now brimming with grumbling.