By Aaron Menikoff

They wanted to talk about my preaching. I hadn’t been at the church very long, but they had some concerns. A few single women recently left the church, and these deacons were convinced it was my fault. My sermons, they insisted, must be too “masculine.” I didn’t know what they meant—I still don’t! I certainly […]

I’ll never forget Andrew. He joined the church several years ago. He came from the UK and didn’t plan to be in the States very long. Andrew was young, single, and lived in a small apartment. He had every excuse under the sun to not be a good neighbor. And yet, he is one of the most

My elementary teachers taught me George Washington boldly led the Continental Army, ably served as America’s first president, and humbly refused to seek reelection after a second term. Nobody told me he owned slaves. Though he emancipated his slaves upon his death, while he lived he depended on slaves to run his Mount Vernon farm.[1]

As I looked out over the congregation that Sunday evening, I marveled at what the Lord had done. We’d returned to sing, pray, listen to God’s Word, and celebrate the Lord’s Supper. Such a gathering is nothing in the eyes of the world, but I knew better. Trophies of God’s grace stood before me as