I love the fall harvest season. The farmer’s market turns into a veritable cornucopia of fruits and vegetables, cheese, honey, baked goods, and homespun yarns. There’s a celebratory feeling in the air.
As I helplessly watched the market go up and down this summer, I thought a lot about my old friend Habby. He died 2,500 years ago, penniless as far as I know.
The results of the World Assembly of the International Fellowship of Evangelical Students will be seen around the globe, as God works in the lives of the 600 representatives from 150 countries who gathered in Krakow, Poland, at the end of July and through the beginning of August.
How does InterVarsity Press transmit its commitment to thoughtful Christian books in the midst of dancing vegetables promoting Veggie Tales, celebrities touting their celebrity books, and costumed Biblical characters at the International Christian Retail Show?
I’ve been thinking a lot about money lately. Mostly how I’m a dirty, rotten spender. I have tremendous guilt surrounding the mismanagement of funds that I blame solely on growing up in a church focused on a lot of rules.
In the late 1990s, shortly after computers became fixed household items, poet Edgar Hix wrote the following CyberPsalm for the Student Leadership Journal.
