The whole atmosphere is of a world gone wrong; like a dream worthy of Salvador Dalí. Nothing is square or straight. The buildings loom in on you; windows sweep upward, slanted or curved; doors are obscenely angled holes beckoning you to enter and be trapped inside.

We must be willing to welcome people to dine with us, both in a spiritual sense and a practical one.

Challenging the ideas behind Tim Eaton’s article “Ties, Formality, and Other Sundry Items.”

Some say formality in worship strangles, and to a certain extent they’re right. Formality can grab you and end up killing you. But more frequently it will grab you and shake you and pull you into a deeper understanding of worship.

None of the niceties, none of the sampled beats, none of the simplified lyrics… This album is not for the CCM devotee.

Grimy hands clenched at their spears. Knotted braids were flung back so fierce eyes could gaze at the approaching treasure. Jutting chins were pointed straight ahead. Plunder was the treasure.

After the debacle that was The Phantom Menace, Attack of the Clones provides a welcome reprieve.

Growing up in the shadow of a cultural icon like Star Wars, how could I not be obsessed?

I have committed one of the most disrespectful acts imaginable: I rushed through an art museum.

We live in a society that defines beauty for women as something that is only outward and physical. They tell us that we can only be beautiful if we use certain products. They tell us that our bellies will look cuter if we wear hip-hugger jeans. But where does that leave us?