‘No refuge, no safety in self could I see—Jehovah Tsidkenu my Saviour must be.’

As the trend of church planting has grown exponentially in recent years, I fear that something more sinister has grown alongside it.

People often tell us that the culture clash between middle- and working-class people doesn’t exist. Evidence shows otherwise.

‘Justice for the oppressed.’ Is that the church’s job?

Life on a scheme necessitates a level of intentional discipleship that is, in many ways, unique to doing ministry here.

According to the views of many, God is unprovable and unknowable.

New movements, gimmicks, and programs will not bring revival to cold, lifeless places.

How not to turn the good news into bad news.

The gospel does satisfy the intellect, but it also captures the heart.

Gospel light will never be snuffed out. Not even by the terrible darkness of a global pandemic.