Last summer I took our church youth group on a mission trip to Gatlinburg, TN. While walking around downtown one day, we were handed one of those evangelistic gospel tracts by an energetic and smiling husband and wife duo. It was entitled "Be Holy" and had a glowing Jesus in the foreground and a fiery devil in the background, who was apparently ready to devour those who weren't planning to "Be Holy." The path to holy was laid out on the inside. There was a nice graphic for me and you on one side and on the other side of the page was the crown of holiness. There were several stops along the way, including being baptized in this specific church, not just any old baptism would do. One of the youth, Nick, sensed I wasn't a big fan of this particular pamphlet.
Read full transcript...Last year my good friend Mary, who has a four-year old daughter, emailed me about her conversations with Elena as Easter approached in which she struggled to get through to four-year old Elena the meaning of Easter. It went something like this:
"Mommy, will the Easter bunny bring me purple jelly beans?"
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