It was just supposed to be a work trip to the north side of Chicago, but since that day in 2015, a piece of my heart seemed to be forever stuck on the corner of Devon and Western Avenue. I think it happened somewhere between walking the streets that made me feel...
Recently, I’ve had a lot of conversations with friends about the Church—that imperfect group of people who are the Body of Christ. More and more, I find that people are angry with the Church or feel hurt or betrayed or misunderstood by them. Honestly, I get it. I’ve...
