Russell D. Moore
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Always Mardi Gras and Never Easter
There's nothing quite as bleak as a city street the morning after Mardi Gras. The steam of the humidity rises silently over asphalt riddled with forgotten doubloons, broken bottles, littered cigarettes, used condoms, clotted blood, and mangled vomit.
Gambling and the Common Good
Pro-gambling elected officials aren't evil villains (necessarily). Many of these elected officials have good aims. But I think both proponents and opponents of expanded gambling see this as merely a "values" issue.
Let's Have More Worship Wars
Most of our varying critiques of musical forms are often just narcissism disguised as concern about theological and liturgical downgrade. That's why I think we need more, and better, worship wars.
The Planet of the Apes and Christian Eschatology
Eschatology and discipleship in the church is kind of like sex education in the home. Just because you don't talk about sex with your kids doesn't mean they will grow up ignorant of sex.
The Humanity of Christ Matters
Why is it so hard for us to imagine Jesus vomiting? The answer to this question has to do, first of all, with the one-dimensional picture of Jesus so many of us have been taught
Should I Marry a Man With Pornography Struggles?
A couple of months ago, I posted a question about an ethical dilemma a recently engaged woman is facing.
The Gospel in an Abortion Culture
As the anniversary of the Roe v. Wade Supreme Court decision approaches, most Christians recognize, and rightly so, the loss of millions of unborn human lives. What we often forget is the second casualty of an abortion culture: the consciences of countless men and women.
The Next Billy Graham Might Be Drunk Right Now
Whenever I start to get discouraged about the future of the church, I remember a conversation I had a few years ago with evangelical theologian Carl F. H. Henry on what would turn out to be his last visit to Southern Seminary before his death.
An Open Letter to a Newborn Son
Early on in your unborn life, a doctor told us he thought you would have Down Syndrome.
Let's Stop Ignoring Joseph
I played a cow in my first-grade Christmas pageant, and I had more lines than the kid who played Joseph. He was a prop, or so it seemed, for Mary, the plastic doll in the manger, and the rest of us.