They say Jesus is going to ride in on a white stallion, but for me, a brown thoroughbred will do it every time.

When I became a disciple nobody mentioned I might have to give up bread. Mmm bread.

Do you ignore red flags or collect them?

Ever turn around and accidentally become a condiment?

Are your excuses contagious?

Imagine God serving breakfast and you’re like… “Got anything else?”

Is your faith resting… or sticking to the pan?

Ever wonder if God tried country music on Pharaoh first?

Romans 7 sounds suspiciously like country radio.

A suspiciously clean faith and what it might be missing.

Jesus’ first miracle was just divine bartending?