I just wrote something very different from my usual subject matter, but it’s a topic that has bothered me for a long time.

This version of the classic fable hopefully illustrates the line between proper vigilance and paranoia. The basic concepts is this: What if the boy who cried wolf wasn’t a liar, but a paranoid sensationalist?

I come from a family of eleven. All of us were homeschooled from start to finish. I received a believer’s baptism at an independent fundamentalist Baptist church. Actually fundamentalist—not the sort that just refers to “that moron to the right of me.”

We’re talking KJV-onlyism. Hymns-onlyism. Prohibitionist. Devotees of Ken Ham and the Left Behind series.

We’re talking Chick Tracts by the door for churchgoers to collect and distribute.

We’re talking folks who thought to play DND meant talking to…

How do we navigate the tension between realizing the kingdom of God in this world and the present reality of brokenness in it?

What does the future Christ has promised us mean for who we are now?

I address these questions and much more in my latest post. I’ve sent it to a few friends, and the feedback has been tremendous! Y’all are going to like this one!