By Pete Briscoe
May 28, 2018
I love theology. I also love theologians. But sometimes they can use unnecessary verbiage that obfuscates simple prepositional assumptions.
By Pete Briscoe
May 27, 2018
There is just something about this adoption thing. Something about the way a child is chosen and accepted by choice, not by reluctant obligation, but out of pure joy...
By Pete Briscoe
May 26, 2018
It was Sunday morning, and all hell had cut loose that weekend. Literally. The one they called Jesus had been beaten, bloodied, and hung in the Middle Eastern sun...
By Pete Briscoe
May 25, 2018
It’s one of the most famous photos in America: A picture of a little boy playing under his father’s desk while the father goes about his work. Sure, it’s “cute,” but...
By Pete Briscoe
May 24, 2018
I love my dad. My dad loves me. That’s important. For one thing, it makes it a lot easier to believe that our heavenly Dad loves me too.
By Pete Briscoe
May 23, 2018
On a hill deep in the dusty Jordan country, Jesus taught the most famous of all sermons: the Sermon on the Mount. Powerful words, stunning words…
By Pete Briscoe
May 22, 2018
About the only time I complain about “favoritism” is when I’m not the favored one. In the world, it’s all about favorites, actually. We reward those who behave as...
By Pete Briscoe
May 21, 2018
That kind of sums up the family of God too, doesn’t it? “Sharing… hiding… locking each other out… inflicting,” etc. As brothers and sisters in Christ, the same longings...
By Pete Briscoe
May 20, 2018
Our church supports a missionary family in India, a family that displays perfectly the family of God—not because they are perfect (Ha!) but because they aren’t perfect...
By Pete Briscoe
May 19, 2018
Leave it to brothers and sisters to bring on plenty of embarrassment. When our daughter Annika was in middle school, her older brother would yell out of the van...