Win a free copy of “Scouting the Divine” by Margaret Feinberg.
Dang, Margaret Feinberg rocked the casbah at Catalyst. In a bright red coat that made her look like a super hero and a book that sounds awesome, she just tore it up when she was handed the mic. Her new book was years in the making and has perhaps my favorite subhead ever: “Scouting the Divine: My Search for God in Wine, Wool, and Wild Honey

Secretly believing the prosperity gospel.
(I like to think I’m funny and have big faith until I meet people like Michael Kelly. He’s a writer with a hilarious wit but it’s his heart that struck me most. When I first met him, he told me, “I was headed down this path of being an author until my two year old son got leukemia and my priorities changed.” He’s years down the road on that journey and it’s been a great privilege to learn about the miracles God has worked in Michael’s family. Today, in further proof that big faith and big funny can live in the same person, Michael joins us for a guest post on Stuff Christians Like. Enjoy.) Secretly Believing the Prosperity Gospel There are a few whipping g

Youth group rules.
“What am I supposed to do, swivel?” An exasperated friend asked me that recently. He was telling me about a rule he had received as a Christian youth camp counselor. In the contract for the camp, he had been told, “You can only side hug the campers. No front hugs.” And that’s a good rule. That makes sense, I get that. It’s designed to protect both the campers and the counselors. But my friend had a problem. Occasionally a camper would break down in tears, say something like, “My uncle just got died and it is killing me” and then throw their arms out for a front hug. Which is when my friend proclaimed, “What am I supposed to do swivel? In that moment

Watching the wrong movies.
A few weeks ago, I bumped into a problem that’s plagued me for years, if not decades. Was it deodorant related? No, but thank you for asking. I am well aware of that issue. I’m Old Spice Red Zone all the way but fear I might have beaten it. Is that possible? Is it possible that my body has bested that deodorant and I need to move on to something else? I can’t wear Axe body spray in large part due to the countless semi-clothed ladies who uncontrollably throw themselves at you the minute you drench your skin in something named “Swagger.” I’m running out of deodorant options, and I’m not kidding. I was probably one of the only people who packed deodorant in their backpa

Rooting for Tim Tebow.
Unless you live outside of the United States, never follow college football or currently attend Florida State, you are required by Christian law to root for University of Florida quarterback, Tim Tebow. I’m sorry if you disagree with me. I don’t write the laws. I just distribute them when they are dropped off on my doorstep by a pure white dove named Cornelius who works for the Southern Baptist Convention. The stories I could tell about the adventures me and that bird have found ourselves in. Wow! Another day, another day. If you’ve never heard of him, Tim Tebow is the quarterback for the highly ranked Florida gators and more importantly, a huge fan of God. His willin