This week, I went to church. Well, I went to a church. This church. It’s Christ Church Anglican Cathedral in my hometown, Newcastle, Australia. I’ve been going to visit this church for a few months now, usually when I need some time to clear my head and sense God’s presence close...

In my youth, I was scared out of listening to non-Christian music. It was the “devil’s music” and it had “no redeeming value.” Names like Judas Priest and Megadeth proved the argument in my childish brain. After all, they did use the Lord’s name in vain and a whole...

There are certain words that I cannot stand. When I hear these words, something in my brain snaps, and I have to stifle a large, ugly utterance of disgust. It’s nothing against the words themselves, but the way that they have been misused by people who throw them out with little care or thought....

I’d just purchased the ring I’d give Kristy as an engagement ring. I carefully placed it in my passenger seat, making sure I buckled it in, glancing down at it every thirty seconds as I drove home. It was a treasure I could hold and move. I could tuck it away not to be seen or flaunt it around for...