Resources on Christian Living

Note: This is the final post in a 3-part series. If you missed it, check out the first and second posts as well. There’s no shortage of good books coming out this year. For those of you who love to... Continue...

I have a good marriage. We are loving toward one another, share openly about struggles, pray together, communicate, honor and generally respect one another. We are best friends—he is my dearest, greatest friend. Our marriage is good, but it’s far... Continue...

Editor’s Note: This is part two in a three-part series. You can read the first post here. Two-thousand-seventeen will be a year of incredible new books. Maybe you made a New Year’s resolution to read more or received a gift card... Continue...

If you’ve only met me a few times or are acquainted with me only through social media, you might come to the conclusion that I am the-glass-is-half-full kind of person. You know, eternally optimistic about life. It’s true that I’m... Continue...

Increasingly, the evangelical church is being associated with extremism. At the ERLC National Conference, Gabe Lyons reminds us that continuing to seek truth in Scripture will enable us to be bold when faced with this opposition and confusion. We hope... Continue...

The holiday season, for all of its glories, also has its inherent struggles, from family dysfunction to travel stresses and egregious caloric consumption. I was confronted with a new one this year. It began when the stream of emails entering... Continue...

Enjoying God can seem like such a lofty, unattainable idea. Because God is not a tangible being, we can tend toward focusing more on study, prayer, theology and head knowledge. Those are things that we can understand and measure to... Continue...

Can one day really make that big of a difference? The calendar turns 365 times every year, but there’s something special when the last day of the year gives way to January 1. The New Year promises a fresh start.... Continue...

I remember being at my grandmother’s house when I was eight or nine years old. I was sitting on a bar stool next to my grandfather and eating breakfast—our morning routine after I stayed the night. My grandmother typically went... Continue...