Sermons and Talks

A friend recently posted, complaining about the Band Aid song ‘Do they know its Christmas time at all?’ and how he had suddenly been stuck by the arrogance of the question “Do [...]

About forty-four miles east of Dallas is a town called Blank. I spent a night there once. A random, wretched, shabby huddle, dumped by the highway: gas station, general store, Dairy Queen, [...]

Drive out of New Orleans first thing on a Sunday morning after the town's had a frisky night, and you learn that depravity isn't nearly as much fun as it sounds. Suzy [...]