Faith Is Not a Subject
People describe the Christian faith as a “personal relationship with Jesus.” But in the church, how have we gone about encouraging and developing that relationship with Christ? Sadly, our church…
Tag: Why Nobody Wants to be Around Christians Anymore
Meet and Greet: Shake and Fake?
by Thom Schultz Whenever a pastor or worship leader prods us to “stand and greet your neighbor,” I muster my little smile and go through the motions. “Good morning. Good…
Would Others Say You’re a Christian?
by Joani Schultz A few years back we met a brilliant, kind, faith-filled gentleman. His name was George Gallup Jr., famous pollster. In the midst of one of our conversations…
Look at me. Look at me.
by Joani Schultz Pick a storm. Any storm. Your storm may be literal—a hurricane, tornado, torrential rain, or blinding blizzard. Your storm may be relational—an estranged family member, a friend’s…
Partners in God’s Business
by Joani Schultz We and God share a mysterious partnership that grows fruit. We plant seeds; we and God do our part. Then we want to see immediate results. Not…
Breakdown of the Disciple Factories
by Thom Schultz The disciple-making machine is broken. Though most church leaders would say discipleship is a crucial part of their mission and ministry, they fear it’s not working. A…
A Truly Relevant Ministry
by Thom Schultz Many church leaders pursue relevance with a passion. But are they providing a truly relevant ministry? Relevance—connecting God to people’s everyday lives—is a good thing. But some…
Teaching Faith to Yawning Students
by Thom Schultz “If you just have enough information, then you’ll believe–and behave.” That seems to be the unspoken hope in the church today. Helping others love and follow Jesus…
Somebody, please…NOTICE ME!
by Joani Schultz Can you hear this collective cry? NOTICE ME! Maybe it’s through fluorescent hair or full-body tattoos or multiple piercings. Hey, our photo of this Mursi tribe woman…
When A Loved One Dies
by Joani Schultz My dad died. Suddenly. The shock of it all ran through us like a shot of novocaine. Time stood still. Even Dad’s bedside clock mysteriously stopped, as…
