As always, I will preface my words by saying I am one who’s words condemn herself. May God help me to take my own advice. Pray for me.
Let’s face it. It’s blatantly obvious that social media has become a huge public square that most of us stroll through (and in this case, scroll through) every single day. And with several different platforms, it consumes a lot of our time. Safe to say 2020 has given us all a lot to talk about and each day as I scroll through my newsfeed, I honestly find myself shaking my head at some of the things I read, as I’m sure you all can relate to as well.
Fact: Some people lack a much-needed filter and some people are plain ruthless.
Fact: These people are still our brothers and sisters and we are not to judge them, but love them as we were commanded and because, we too, are also flawed.
As the Coptic Church remembers its modern-day martyrs on the 15th of February each year, it is an honor to share this guest post by Mariah Heron, whose story evinces the early Church apologist Tertullian’s remark: “The blood of martyrs is the seed of the Church.”
Guest post by Mariah Heron
The brilliant Christian writer of the twentieth century, G.K. Chesterton was once asked, along with other literary figures, what book he would choose to have if stranded on a deserted island? Instead of the well-rehearsed request for a Bible, Chesterton replied, “Well a guide to practical shipbuilding of course!” The story in its simplicity brings humor because, in all truthfulness, one would also want a guide to ease the mind and heart in such a trial. Continue reading →
Hi. My name is Francella. When some of you first met me, I looked like this: [insert your memory of what I looked like, here], and yet others met me when I looked like this: [also insert your memory here]. And now I look like this again [insert current Facebook profile picture]. I’ve had more costume changes than a host at the Academy Awards. I’ve had just as many name changes, too. From Francella to Photini to Sister Ruth and back to Francella, again.
Guest post by my dear friend Kerolos Ibrahim, a.k.a “Key”
The interpretation of Jesus’ phrase, “Do not cling on to me…” has been so often misconstrued and deprived of it’s profound meaning that I thought a true explaining is not only warranted but quite overdue by now.