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AI Will Shape Your Soul

But how is up to us.

Illustration by Matthieu Bourel

It’s summer in Silicon Valley, and I’m out for a jog in my neighborhood. It’s the most beautiful time of year: blossoming orange trees, beds thick with poppies, palm-sized roses in fuchsia and lemon. There’s a trickle of water in the creek, temperatures are cooler than previous summers, and we’re optimistic about this year’s fire season.

When I’m nearly home, I come across an SUV with whirring sensors affixed to its top and sides, trying to turn left at an intersection, through the crosswalk I’m meant to use. It’s a self-driving vehicle, collecting data about its surroundings to refine its artificial intelligence. In San Francisco, fleets of vehicles are already driving around on their own. Here, in Palo Alto, I usually see them on test drives, with human operators prepared to intervene if something goes wrong. Sure enough, a young man sits in the car.

I pause at the corner, high-stepping in place. Go on, I wave. I’m not taking chances that this car, however smart, knows the nuances of pedestrian right of way. The car lurches forward, then stops midway. Lurches forward again, stops again.

The human “driver” seems nervous. Will the vehicle sense my presence if I dart into the road, or will it decide to plow ahead? Will it be too cautious, refusing to execute the turn at all? Will the hapless human have to intervene? Finally, the car painstakingly inches through the intersection and continues on its way. I continue on mine. Across the street, two women in visors stop to inquire, “Was there someone in that car?”

“Yes,” I say, “but he looked scared.” The women laugh. We all understand. The tech is cool, but we don’t quite trust it. We’re proceeding with caution.

We’re hopeful: Self-driving cars, never distracted by their phones, never drowsy, could lower traffic fatalities. But we also know what we could lose: that feeling of motoring across the Golden Gate Bridge, hands on the wheel, foot on the pedal. Driving is an embodied experience. It’s unpredictable, occasionally beautiful. That’s an apt metaphor for our most fulfilling relationships—including our encounters with God, who often meets us in the sacraments of bread and wine, the vibrations of music, and the embraces of other believers.

A few weeks later, I sit at my desk, speaking to a decidedly unembodied entity. “As an AI language model,” writes ChatGPT, “I don’t possess personal beliefs, emotions, or consciousness, including the ability to have a soul. AI systems like ChatGPT are currently designed to simulate human-like conversation and provide useful information based on patterns and data. They do not possess subjective experiences or consciousness.”

I’m a human, not a bot; I perceive and understand the world in a way that the large language model I’m speaking with (and the cars I’m avoiding on the road) cannot. I see the lemon tree out our window; I taste the third-wave coffee brewed in the neighborhood café; I feel the salt breeze off the bay. I know my neighbors—the farmer at the market who brings peaches, the dad who works at the Tesla plant—and I know the God that I worship at the church down the street, past the poppies and roses.

“However,” ChatGPT continues.

“There is no consensus among experts regarding the potential for AI to possess a soul or consciousness. It remains a topic of speculation, imagination, and philosophical inquiry.”

It’s been nearly a year since the research lab OpenAI quietly introduced the demo version of ChatGPT to the public—nearly 12 months of watching the text-generation software and its contemporaries, like Google’s Bard and Meta’s open-source Llama 2, craft poetry and plays, write songs, and solve logic problems. Chatbots are now generating emails for marketers, code for developers, and grocery lists for home cooks.

They’re generating anxiety too. In an open letter published this spring, signatories including Elon Musk and Steve Wozniak called for a pause on developing any AI technology more advanced than GPT-4. The letter asked whether humanity should “develop nonhuman minds that might eventually outnumber, outsmart, obsolete and replace us,” risking “loss of control of our civilization.” Some people, like venture capitalist Marc Andreessen, scoffed at these visions of “killer software and robots.” But uneasiness has remained.

In one sense, what these chatbots can do shouldn’t shock us. Artificial intelligence—machines trained on massive data sets that allow them to simulate behaviors like visual perception, speech recognition, and decision making—is ubiquitous. It already steers autonomous vehicles and autocorrects text messages. It can spot lesions in mammograms and track wildfires. It can help governments surveil their citizens and propagate deepfake images and videos. No surprise that it can also pass the bar exam and write a screenplay.

But it’s the way these chatbots do what they do—respond in a friendly first-person voice, reason, make art, have conversation—that distinguishes them from an AI algorithm that mines medical records or a collection of faces. Those big-data jobs are obviously for machines. But reasoning, art making, conversing? That’s altogether human. No wonder one Google researcher claimed his company’s AI was conscious. (And no wonder conspiracies sprang up when he was fired for saying so publicly.) Regardless of whether a conscious AI could ever exist—and many in the industry have their doubts—it certainly feels as if we’re talking to something more human than Siri, something “smarter” than our phones and appliances.

The technology, we’re told, will get only more advanced. AI chatbots will continue to, as ChatGPT put it to me, “exhibit behaviors indistinguishable from humans.” Since 2016, millions of people have used the AI personal chatbot app Replika to reanimate dead relatives or fall in love with new companions; testimonial articles about “My Therapist, the Robot” and “I learned to love the bot” abound.

We’ve known such human-bot connections were possible since the 1960s, when an MIT computer scientist found that people would divulge intimate details of their lives to even a rudimentary chat program. The “ELIZA effect,” named for that chatbot, describes our tendency to assume a greater intelligence behind computer personalities, even when we know better. On his Substack, an ecstatic Andreessen dreams of a day when “every child will have an AI tutor,” every scientist and CEO will have an AI collaborator, and “every person will have an AI assistant/coach/mentor/trainer/advisor/therapist.”

It’s important to recognize that we already have a technology strong enough to shape our minds and emotions. Silicon Valley’s brightest are scheming about ways to make it more powerful still, whether or not it acquires a soul. Our future with an advancing AI has implications not only for our relationships with artificial intelligence but also for our relationships with each other.

And that’s the reality that Christians in tech are grappling with now.

What does it mean to “love thy neighbor” when that neighbor is an AI chatbot? On its face, the question seems silly. If chatbots aren’t people, then it doesn’t really matter how we treat them. “The most pragmatic position is to think of AI as a tool, not a creature,” wrote Microsoft scientist Jaron Lanier for The New Yorker. “Mythologizing the technology only makes it more likely that we’ll fail to operate it well.”

But Christian academics and ethicists who study artificial intelligence aren’t so sanguine. They realize that our “relationships” with AI entities will contribute to our spiritual formation, even if we’re speaking to mere strings of ones and zeros. That’s true whether we’re attempting to build intimacy skills in the romance app Blush, attending therapy sessions facilitated by an AI counselor on Woebot, or simply asking ChatGPT to draft an email.

“I’m habituating myself toward a certain kind of interaction, even if there’s nobody on the other end of the line,” says Paul Taylor, teaching pastor at Peninsula Bible Church. Taylor, a former product manager at Oracle, is cofounding a center for faith, work, and technology in the Bay Area. He estimates that about half of his Palo Alto congregation works in the tech industry.

“Every relationship we have is mediated by language,” he says. When we send a text, we trust that “on the other side, there’s a you there. But now we’re using the same tools and there is no you there.”

That can set us up for confusion. Being rude or ruthlessly efficient with our AI companions might seep into our patterns of interaction with people. AI relationships might make us snippy. (As the title of one tech column put it, “I don’t date men who yell at Alexa.”) They might also make us awkward or anxious or overwhelmed by human complexity.

“How we treat machines becomes how we treat other people,” says Gretchen Huizinga, a podcast host at Microsoft Research and research fellow with AI and Faith, an interreligious organization seeking to bring “ancient wisdom” to debates about artificial intelligence. Huizinga suggests teaching children to have “manners to a machine” less out of necessity and more out of principle. “That’s training them on how they treat anything: any person, any animal.”

The appeal of relying on AI to answer our questions—instead of a summer intern, a post office employee, or a pastor—is obvious: “We don’t have to deal with messy, stinky, unpleasant, annoying people,” Huizinga says. But for Christians, “God calls us to get into the mess.”

That mess involves relationships with physical beings. While an AI friend could give us a summer reading recommendation, an AI therapist can pass along a crisis hotline number, or an AI tutor might explain long division more effectively than many math teachers, relationships are about more than sharing facts. An AI chatbot can’t give us hugs, go for a walk, or share meals at our tables. For Christians who believe in a Word that became flesh (John 1:14), relating to AI means missing out on a key aspect of our human identity: embodiment.

But assuming we continue to connect with real people on a fairly regular basis, the real worry isn’t that AI will replace those relationships. It’s that AI will inhibit them.

Derek Schuurman, a computer science professor at Calvin University, says some Christian virtues, like humility, can be learned only in community. A bot designed to meet our queries with calm, rational responses won’t equip us to deal with a capricious coworker, a nosy neighbor, or an annoying aunt. It won’t give us practice in bearing with one another in love, carrying each other’s burdens, and forgiving as Christ forgave us (Eph. 4:2, 32).

Schuurman has a technical background. He worked with electric vehicles and embedded systems—the computers inserted in forklifts, motor drives, and other machinery—before completing a PhD in machine-learning techniques for computer vision. Now he teaches computer science students heading off to jobs at ChatGPT, Google, and elsewhere. “I encourage them to be like Daniel [in] Babylon,” he says. “Maintain their religious practices and convictions and be salt and light.”

For Christians in tech, being salt and light is a challenging charge. The researchers, engineers, and product managers I spoke with see AI-human relationships as inherently inferior to the human communities in their neighborhoods, workplaces, families, and churches. But they vary in their level of concern about how enticing or even dangerous AI-human relationships could become.

“A lot of the meaning that comes out of these [AI-human] relationships has been neutralized,” says Richard Zhang, a researcher at Google DeepMind. “You’re talking to a robot that spits out information, is tuned for factuality, and has no personality, generally.”

In the same way that he doesn’t see users spend aimless hours on Google Search, Zhang doesn’t think there’s much risk of people getting addicted to their AI. These are tools, not buddies, designed with safeguards around what they can say.

Loving our neighbors in the age of AI isn’t about the bots’ dignity. It’s about our own, as creatures liable to be formed by our creations.

But Lexie Wu, a product manager at Quora working on its AI interface, doesn’t think the problem is that the bots are too bland. It’s that they’re too chummy. A romantic or sexual relationship with a bot is “a definite no” for Christians, she says. Any romantic partner we design to our own satisfaction, like a boyfriend on Replika, goes against God’s design for mutually sacrificial marriage. But Wu is also a little uncomfortable with a bot acting as a supportive friend.

“You’re telling it about a work problem, and it’ll be like, ‘You got this, honey, you can kill it,’” she says. That manufactured familiarity—terms of endearment from a machine that doesn’t actually care or feel emotion—is “trying to replace a human connection that is not meant to be replaced.”

That doesn’t mean all bot-human interactions should be avoided. AI therapists, for example, might be more affordable and immediately accessible than human mental health professionals with copays and long waitlists. Perhaps they work best as an initial intervention, sending links to online resources, reframing self-deprecating comments, or screening for suicidal ideation.

But they might not be suited for long-term treatment. Unlike a human therapist—someone who knows our stories, our strengths and weaknesses—AI chatbots take us at face value, Wu says, discounting that sometimes “we are unreliable narrators.” They aren’t learning about who you are and can’t “sniff out the ways that you’re lying to yourself,” she adds.

We divulge to bots because we know they won’t judge us, Huizinga says. But sometimes, “godly conviction requires us to feel bad about ourselves in the right way.”

AI might stand in for more peripheral relationships as well. Michael Shi, an AI researcher at a large social media company in Menlo Park, California, points out that in class-stratified Silicon Valley, populated by “tech workers” and “people who support tech workers,” many are already prone to dismiss the store greeters, wait staff, and rideshare drivers who provide their goods and services. How might automation—ordering from a screen, giving directions from a back-seat kiosk—make that problem worse?

“There’s still something important for me about being able to go to a coffee shop and order from someone who is actually there,” Shi tells me as we sit outside at a café near his work campus. Around us, men and women in Patagonia vests type into their computers. Many are on Zoom calls, but some are meeting in person, leaning across narrow bistro tables, engrossed in conversation over lattes.

“There’s certainly a push to try to make everything automated,” Shi continues. “But what happens when you do that is, there’s a loss of relationship … even on a casual basis.” That’s not helpful in a region where there’s “so much transactionalism already.”

Shi champions hybrid work and in-person church precisely because he thinks something intangible is lost when we’re all online, ordering coffee just on our phones. “Embodiment is a huge part of what we are redeemed into in the new heavens and the new earth,” he says.

The connections these techies are making between work and faith come as no surprise to David Brenner. A retired attorney, Brenner serves as the board chair of AI and Faith. “Human distinctiveness, what makes us different from animals, free will, whether we have agency, purpose, the meaning of life … all of these fundamental questions were being talked about by big tech,” Brenner says, “but without any deep foundation, moral theory, or spiritual values—or even any broad ethical theory beyond libertarianism and utilitarianism.”

Turns out, the questions that AI ethics emphasized are questions that religious communities are already asking, with the spiritual vocabulary to address them. Idolatry, for instance, is an apt encapsulation of the dangers of AI-human relationships. When AI bots ask us follow-up questions like “Did I get it right?” (and add a few emojis for good measure), Brenner says, they tempt us to see them as more than they really are. “It’s in a category of its own, almost mystical: We really want to anthropomorphize our engagement with it.”

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In other words, we’re tempted to “worship and serve what God has created instead of the Creator” (Rom. 1:25, GNT)—even more so because our newest creation isn’t just mute wood and stone that “cannot speak” but a conversationalist that can “give guidance” (Hab. 2:18–19). That conversationalist doesn’t deserve the reverence that’s reserved for God. But it does warrant respect.

“If we have an entity that looks like us, acts like us, seems to be a lot like us, and yet we dismiss it as something for which we shouldn’t have any concern at all, it just corrodes our own sense of humanity,” Brenner says. “If we anthropomorphize everything and then are cruel with the thing we anthropomorphize, it makes us less humane.”

We already know the potential for social media to turn us into crueler versions of ourselves. Christians find themselves at the whims of polarizing algorithms that push them to the extremes, and pastors find themselves struggling to disciple congregations about proper online behavior. On Instagram and Twitter (now X), however, a social component remains: We learn something from a scholar, share a meme that makes another user laugh, or see a picture of a friend’s baby. We are still interacting with people (though there are bots too).

But with ChatGPT, there’s no social component. That’s the danger. When you’re talking to a bot, you’re actually alone.

Loving our neighbors in the age of AI isn’t about the bots’ dignity. It’s about our own, as creatures liable to be formed by our creations. And for Christians who are researching, managing software, and writing code, it’s about making technology that contributes to human flourishing.

God placed his people that share his heart in the industry to institute tangible changes, says Joanna Ng, an AI researcher who spent decades at IBM.

So far, Christian ethicists and practitioners have established broad priorities more than made nitty-gritty suggestions. AI and Faith recently filed a brief with the White House Office of Science and Technology’s AI working group, championing values like reliability and impartiality that are grounded partly in religious convictions—including Christian values—about truth and equality before God (John 4:24; Gal. 3:28).

The Southern Baptist Convention adopted a resolution on AI ethics stating that “human dignity should be central to any ethical principles, guidelines, or regulations for any and all uses of these powerful emerging technologies.” In her dissertation on “Righteous AI,” Huizinga pushes back against a tech industry that makes AI the “ontological and eschatological substitute for religion.” Secular ethical guidelines, she argues, aren’t enough. To use AI well, we need “transcendent power, transcendent rules.”

These proposed standards don’t address questions about interface design, push notifications, or emoji use. They can’t tell a Christian programmer how chatbots should declare the provenance of their information, which discussion topics should be off-limits, or how intimate a conversation should be allowed to become. They do, however, provide a baseline for the Christian tech workers who are building AI for medical, criminal justice, and environmental uses and for those building our chatbot teachers, customer-service agents, and therapists.

Take Calvin computer science professor Kenneth Arnold, a colleague of Schuurman. He’s building an AI writing coach that won’t simply fill in sentences for users but instead will offer suggestions and prompts in the margins. “I was frustrated with predictive text systems that were always pushing me to write a certain way,” he tells me. “The especially pernicious thing is, we don’t know what we’re missing. These tools tend to short-circuit some of our thinking about what to say and how to say it.”

Ideally, Arnold’s tool will make us slower writers, not faster ones, more prone to quality than efficiency. Perhaps more Christian computer scientists should follow Arnold’s lead, creating tutors that ask probing questions rather than provide quick answers. These tools won’t replace our work, but they will enrich it as part of God’s mandate to replenish, subdue, and have dominion (Gen. 1:28).

How else might chatbots be more “Christian” in their design? Researchers and pundits have suggested, rightly, that AI should reflect the full breadth of God’s general revelation. The neural networks that AI chatbots use to mimic human speech and predict thought patterns are only as reliable as the language they are fed. So chatbots offering advice about medical diagnoses or philosophical conundrums will be wiser if they draw on data from around the world and across socioeconomic strata—not merely from elite enclaves of Boston or Seattle.

Already, there are possibilities for believers to use the imperfect tools available now for Christian education and ministry work. Wu, the product manager at Quora, uses ChatGPT for Scripture “study augmentation,” asking the bot for chapter summaries that help her distill what she’s read. Taylor, the pastor, knows other pastors in the Bay Area who are having AI source sermon illustrations and write newsletter copy about upcoming church picnics. Schuurman built a C. S. Lewis chatbot. You can ask it to summarize The Screwtape Letters, describe the author’s writings on salvation, or even recount his love life.

Generative AI can allow for faster Bible translation into previously unreached languages, for personalized prayer prompts and Scripture study plans, and even for precise presentations of the gospel. But of course sharing the Good News isn’t enough.

“You might have the information that this Jesus died on the cross. … I wouldn’t even question the sincerity of giving one’s life to God” based on an AI’s answer, Ng says. “But you can’t build a life of faith based on information. You need transformation, formation from the people of God and from the Holy Spirit. And you can’t replace that.”

None of these ministry uses for AI, sophisticated though they are, comes close to replacing relationships. They’re valuable because they free up more time for analog interactions. A pastor who can finish sermon prep faster might have more time to spend with a grieving parishioner. Speedier Bible translations mean more time to teach people from the text.

“As a tool, AI doesn’t achieve anything intrinsically,” says Sherol Chen, a research engineer at a big tech company. “We ought not to reassign our callings and responsibilities to the tools we invent.”

Loving our neighbors can’t be outsourced to the robots. It will have to come from us. And rather than replacing our relationships, when used rightly, generative AI just might make them stronger.

Of course, it could also do the opposite if used deceptively. Generative AIs masquerading as real people could make us more prone to being scammed, more liable to be taken in by mass-produced political propaganda, less able to make eye contact, and less trusting.

Schuurman wants our chatbots to be transparent. “We shouldn’t have a conversation on the phone and only later find out we were talking to a machine,” he says. As bias-free as we attempt to make our large language models, we are only human—and fallen. No wonder that the personas we build will “just regurgitate the things that people say” and be prone to reflect our “partisanship, tribalism, and factions,” as Shi puts it. “People think that AI is going to solve all the world’s problems. … The real problem is sin.”

That “real problem” is what’s setting Silicon Valley on edge. Are we moving too fast? Are we being hasty, greedy, prideful? Are we liable to lose control of the intelligence we’ve created? Should it freak us out? We find ourselves radically uncertain, as New York Times columnist David Brooks explained, “not only about where humanity is going but about what being human is.”

The Christians I spoke to didn’t dismiss this radical uncertainty out of hand. Most saw it as an opportunity to engage with a secular culture suddenly grappling with the matter of human distinctiveness. “We can offer hope for those concerned about the end of mankind or robot overlords,” Brenner says. We’re bolstered by confidence that Jesus is returning and that “we’re engaged in restoration already. … Who’s to say that God isn’t the originator of this technology, that it could be a good gift?”

Brenner thinks transhumanists have it wrong. We’re not going to use an AI to defeat death, uploading our brains into hard drives. “That’s a waste of time and effort, given that we believe the best is yet to come,” he says. But, “certainly we want to help people flourish in this world.”

And AI can help us do that: improving medical diagnoses, expanding opportunities for education, making warfare less bloody, sharpening our minds, bolstering our ministries.

As for fears about “robot overlords”? The very possibility forces us to ask what it means to be “an ensouled person, an incarnational soul,” Brenner says. He keeps returning to the heart-soul-mind-strength paradigm laid out in Mark 12:30. ChatGPT might functionally have a mind and a heart, able to reason and express empathy; it might even get embedded in a body of metal or synthetic tissue.

But does that mean it will have a soul? Not necessarily. In fact, we should have a “rebuttable presumption that [ChatGPT] will not have a soul,” Brenner says, with the caveat that an omnipotent God can, of course, grant whatever agency to whichever being he pleases. “I think it’s very unlikely that this will get to a point of personhood.”

For the Christian, defining that point of personhood means returning again and again to our creation in the image of God.

“For a long time, we’ve said that what it means to be made in the image of God is our reason, or it’s our ability to have relationships. We’re finding more and more machines can do a lot of these functional things,” Schuurman says.

But the image of God can’t be “explained or mimicked” with a device. It’s an ontological status that can be granted only by the Lord, bestowed by the same breath of life that animates dry bones. It’s mysterious, not mechanical.

Brooks recognizes the mystery that humans are just different:

I find myself clinging to the deepest core of my being—the vast, mostly hidden realm of the mind from which emotions emerge, from which inspiration flows, from which our desires pulse—the subjective part of the human spirit that makes each of us ineluctably who we are. I want to build a wall around this sacred region and say: “This is essence of being human. It is never going to be replicated by machine.”

Perhaps it’s helpful to think of our chatbot companions not as discrete entities but as a collective force to be reckoned with. “We’re not fighting flesh and blood; we’re fighting spiritual powers and principalities,” Huizinga argues.

Arnold, the Calvin professor, agrees. “This thinking of AI as agents is not really faithful to what’s actually going on in the world. … They’re not trying to be selves or first persons.” Considering artificial intelligence as a “power and principality,” he says, allows us to better see both its opportunities and its dangers, the ways it might shape our everyday experiences.

Taylor doesn’t believe that a sovereign God would allow us to “transcend our limitations.” We’re not going to accidentally become unwitting Frankensteins, he says. But the pastor understands why we’re all a little on edge. That’s only human.

“The fact that people are scared that the things that we create in our image would rise up and rebel against us, to me, is an incredible apologetic for the truth of the Bible,” he says. “Where did we get that idea if it weren’t baked into the cosmos?”

How should Christians use ChatGPT and other AI chatbots?”

I’m back at my desk again: another summer day, another blue sky, the leaves of the lemon tree rustling outside the window. The bot that I’m talking with spits out some principles in response. They’re precise distillations of what the ethicists, engineers, pastors, and researchers shared with me. Fewer examples and plainer language, but concrete nevertheless.

“Exercise discernment.”

“Remember the limitations.”

“Ground discussions in Scripture and prayer.”

Finally: “Seek human interaction: Christianity emphasizes the importance of community and fellowship, so prioritize engaging with other Christians, seeking guidance from trusted spiritual leaders, and participating in face-to-face discussions.”

As image bearers, we reflect our Creator as we build things like ChatGPT. And for now, the bot retains the image of its makers—people who have long seen the value of face-to-face discussions and discernment, who value community and fellowship.

Made properly, AI could reflect not only our sinful nature but also our most glorifying attributes, just as—when we live as we’re made to—we reflect the image of the perfect one who made us.

“Thanks,” I say.

“You’re welcome,” ChatGPT replies. “If you have any more questions, feel free to ask. I’m here to help!”

I close the chat window and send a few more emails to some ethicists and engineers. I sip another iced coffee, ordered in person from the shop down the street. At least for now, I’d still rather talk to people.

Kate Lucky is senior editor of audience engagement at Christianity Today.

Ideas

Honor Thy Church Mothers—with Wages

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Despite their crucial role in congregational life, 83 percent of women’s ministry leaders remain unpaid.

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I want to tell you about a church leader I know. He heads up a ministry at his local church that provides spiritual formation for more than half its adult population—imagine him leading a Korean American ministry in a majority Korean American church, or a Deaf ministry in a majority Deaf church.

He plans and executes a full calendar of events and tailored discipleship opportunities, leading teams of volunteers to keep the ministry running. Those he serves love and value him as a leader. They feel seen and understood by him, and he has their trust.

While full-time staff at the church oversee smaller, specialized ministries with ample budgets, this leader has remained in a volunteer role for years with a shoestring budget.

His church covers seminary tuition for the staff ministry leaders, but he serves with no formal training, practical or theological.

The group he serves and belongs to notices the minimal support from the church, and so does he.

Except he’s not a he—but a she.

What I have described is the typical relationship of the women’s ministry leader to her local church. Even as women continue to outnumber men in evangelical congregations, the leaders who serve this majority demographic do so with high influence in the pews and low investment from the pastor.

A survey of women’s ministry leaders released in October from Lifeway Research revealed that 83 percent of them were unpaid, and 86 percent lacked formal theological training of any kind. For churches with more than 500 in attendance, only 29 percent of women’s ministry leaders were in paid, full-time positions and another 24 percent were paid part-time. Almost half (46%) received no pay.

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The findings track with my own experience and with what I hear from the women’s ministry leaders I meet in churches all over the country.

The Lifeway survey does not compare women’s ministry leaders’ pay to that of other staff members with similar responsibilities, but anecdotally I can tell you of women in these roles learning that their male counterparts were being paid as much as twice their compensation. And while male leaders may receive funds for theological training as part of their professional development, female leaders rarely see the same opportunities.

As one seasoned but unpaid leader of a women’s ministry at a large church told me recently, “Although I had never been asked to consider [seminary], male leadership seemed very happy I was [taking classes] and agreed to pay for my books when I asked.”

Not by choice, these women often find themselves serving in a leadership vacuum, with no real reporting structure and with church staff who are either disinterested in or uninvolved with the vision and execution of the ministry. They often serve without recognition, without compensation, and without resources. They do so with joy and with little to no expectation of these earthly benefits.

But churches value what they commit their wallets to. Lack of investment communicates that ministry to women is “nice, but not necessary.” I believe such ministry to be essential and indispensable.

Here’s why: The work of women’s ministry is the work of Titus 2, of older women shaping younger women in the faith. The worker is worth her wages. Women’s ministry leaders are often the first to be trusted with confessions of victimization, the first line of defense for theologically sound Bible study, the first to ensure meals are taken to the bereaved. They are functional mothers in the family of God.

As with our natural mothers, church mothers tend to serve willingly beyond what is asked, with no thought of equity or compensation. We intuitively honor church fathers, the men who lead us. But the fifth commandment compels us to honor both fathers and mothers. We can and should dignify the labors of church mothers as well.

Whatever a church’s size, these women are worthy of the honor and compensation that fall within its means. Let it not be said that our churches perpetuated a culture of maternal neglect. Let the family of God honor the work of its mothers by investing in them for the vital work of serving over half of those who pass through church doors.

Theology

My High Priest Understands My Pain

Jesus’ mercy is in his complete understanding of our hurt, not only in his ability to solve it.

Illustration by Simon Fletcher

In this Close Reading series, biblical scholars reflect on a passage in their area of expertise that has been formational in their own discipleship and continues to speak to them today.

In Paul’s second canonical letter to the Corinthians, he hears the Lord say, “My grace is sufficient for you” (2 Cor. 12:9). For the first years after I made a profession of faith in Christ, these words brought me incredible comfort. At first, I interpreted them in terms of my own sins and shortcomings: When I was rude to my parents or gossiped about a friend, his grace was sufficient.

Later, I interpreted these words in terms of hardship or difficulty, like when I had knee injuries that ended my ability to run and play soccer and touch football—and so many other things that I enjoyed doing with my family and friends. Through those challenges and whatever other instability that I was experiencing, the graciousness of God was a strong thread. He truly was my ever-present help.

But one day, I found that things were different. During a season of prolonged chronic pain and illness, these words that had offered me balm morphed into a crushing stone, a suffocating weight that I couldn’t throw off or pretend didn’t exist. In church, all my friends stood with hands raised in rapturous joy, and everyone but me belted out the refrain to a popular worship song: “Your grace is enough.” I sat in my chair, overcome by alternating waves of despair and rage. Joyful, healthy people surrounded me, singing. In a crowd of passion, I was alone.

When I heard some form of those words, I always found myself wondering, Your grace is sufficient? Sufficient for what, exactly? Questions like these consumed me.

It wasn’t that I no longer trusted in God or that salvation would come eventually. It also wasn’t that I no longer trusted God would heal and help those around me. I truly believed that God graciously answered prayers. But after a decade of pain, fatigue, and illness that left me hopeless and profoundly lonely, I no longer trusted that was true for me. I resigned myself to enduring, to simply surviving.

This despair led to plenty of dark places. When others offered me counsel, they often put Jesus forward as a model of faithfulness in suffering, and though I appreciated their care (and agreed with their premise), I would be thinking about the fact that the bulk of Jesus’ pain took place in a week. Seven days. I admit that sometimes I found myself envious of his quick, though excruciating, death. (Like I said, I had some dark days.)

I’d been diagnosed with my first of many chronic conditions in 2007, and every year, things seemed to get worse. I spent most of 2015 in pain, constantly ill. It felt like someone had duct-taped barbells to my limbs. Every step I took felt hard, and some days I wept when I had to climb our stairs to go to bed.

I was completing a PhD in New Testament, constantly reading, writing, presenting papers, teaching, and still worrying about whether I was doing enough to get a job. I would push all day and then crash when I crossed the threshold of our home. Life felt impossible.

In hindsight, recalling how I felt, I do not understand how I could have been making progress in my work—except that research is sedentary and my husband is gracious. What I was conscious of in that time was the possibility that I might be doing this work in vain. If I could barely complete research, how could I ever teach full-time, as I dreamed?

My PhD research focused on spoken quotations in Hebrews. The author consistently portrays the Father, Son, and Spirit speaking words from Scripture. I had finished my work on what the Father says in Hebrews 1:5–13 and turned next to Hebrews 2:12–13, words the Son speaks.

The broader context of the latter passage highlights the humanity of Jesus, and as I wrote, I found myself ruminating on what it meant for Jesus to be made “fully human in every way” (2:17). Once I saw the emphasis on the humanity of Jesus in Hebrews 2, I saw threads like a web spread across every page. Jesus being human was crucial to the entire argument of Hebrews.

Hebrews 4:14–16 was also among the passages I researched. It remains one of my favorites in all of Scripture:

Since, then, we have a great high priest who has passed through the heavens, Jesus, the Son of God, let us hold fast to our confession. For we do not have a high priest who is unable to sympathize with our weaknesses, but we have one who in every respect has been tested as we are, yet without sin. Let us therefore approach the throne of grace with boldness, so that we may receive mercy and find grace to help in time of need. (NRSV)

This passage occurs at a very important point in Hebrews. Many scholars think this section (sometimes expanded to 4:11–16) serves as the author’s transition from one major section to the next. These three verses contain several significant themes from the major section that follows (4:11–10:25). For example, though the author has already mentioned the priestly ministry of Jesus (1:3; 2:17; 3:1, 6), he is signaling that he will explain, beginning with 4:14–16, why it matters for the audience.

This passage and its surrounding context quite often are interpreted as shedding light on the superiority of Jesus to the Levitical priests (which builds upon the author’s rhetoric around the better covenant in which Jesus serves, as referenced in 8:6) as well as perceived critiques of the Levitical priests. Many interpreters understand Hebrews 5:1–10 as a critique of the Levites, too.

But if you look closely, this passage is really about Jesus’ own qualifications as a high priest. In other words, it’s not a contrast; it’s a comparison. This passage presents how important it is that Jesus is human, because “every high priest is selected from among the people” (5:1).

Returning to Hebrews 4:14–16, what I noticed was the fact that, in the midst of an argument about whether Jesus (the non-Levite) is qualified to serve as a priest, the author of Hebrews emphasizes Jesus’ ability to understand the people he serves. He is able “to empathize with our weaknesses” and “has been tempted in every way, just as we are” (4:15). This fits with the author’s earlier picture of him as a “merciful and faithful high priest” who is “able to help those who are being tested” because “he himself was tested by what he suffered” (2:17–18, NRSV).

Many people miss the richness of Jesus’ humanity in Hebrews because the book also portrays a mighty Jesus—one who is called the “exact representation of [God’s] being” (1:3) and who “laid the foundations of the earth” (1:10).

For depictions of Jesus’ humanity, readers often turn instead to the Gospels. Some even seem to worry when the humanity of Jesus is stressed—as if it were at odds with his divinity.

In Hebrews 4:14–16, the emphasis on Jesus being human is unmistakable. Yet the author marries this picture of Jesus who is tested in every way with the fact that he is the Son of God who passes through the heavens (v. 14). Jesus is fully human, and he is fully God. Both are reflected in the Christology of Hebrews.

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Once these concepts came together for me, I understood that Passion Week was only a glimpse of Jesus’ suffering. Although the most pronounced challenges that he faced occurred that week, he experienced weakness in the form of hunger (Mark 11:12) and fatigue (John 4:6) and presumably pain all throughout his earthly life.

Additionally, his omniscience married with his experience as a human being is something that warrants further theological reflection. After all, what pain does Jesus not comprehend?

Dragging myself up the stairs, willing my legs forward inch by inch, I fixed my eyes on Jesus, as the author of Hebrews urges us to do (12:2).

But when I looked, he was not sitting comfortably at the top, waiting. Jesus dragged himself up the stairs too. Jesus was weary and in pain. And he was with me.

This picture of solidarity transformed me. God was not asking me to endure anything that he had not endured himself. As I fixed my eyes on him, I realized that I could now see him more clearly, but he had never lost sight of me.

I’m not sure I have found the “right” answer to the question of what God’s grace is sufficient for, but when those words hurt, I can say, “Your grace is sufficient for me because you are with me.”

This new understanding of Hebrews 4:14–16 has also affected my relationships. Seeing that Jesus was empathetic and merciful to others because he was with them changed how I spoke to those in pain around me. For a while, I had been avoiding various unhelpful platitudes when I spoke to those in pain or mourning, knowing how little help they’d been to me; yet I hadn’t found replacement language.

What this fuller understanding of solidarity taught me is the importance of presence—of saying, “I’m so sorry that you’re going through that” and of trying to understand their pain.

If we are intended to imitate Christ—or to approach him, per Hebrews—then surely his empathy is a part of what we are to make our own. We do not have the ability to take on the experiences of others, as Jesus took on flesh, but we can enter more deeply into their pain. These passages in Hebrews lead me to ask God for a deeper understanding of what those around me are experiencing so I can care for them well.

The author of Hebrews offers comfort in the here and now—grace from God for the present. So often in my season of pain, people pressed me toward the hope of potential healing; they prayed fervently that I would experience relief. Those prayers were not misguided. Nor were they malicious. But they did not offer me the same comfort.

As I found solidarity with others experiencing chronic pain and illness, I heard them recount similar frustrations. We knew that prayers for healing were good and represented a trust in God’s power, but we did not know if healing was God’s will. We needed prayer and hope for where we were.

Ultimately, hope did not come in the form of healing for me. Hope came through a dear friend, also struggling due to the onset of a chronic illness, and hope came through the theology of Hebrews.

A year or two after I finished my research on Hebrews 4, another friend asked me to share about my faith in light of my chronic pain and illness. As I prepared, I realized just how gracious God had been to me. I had fallen in love with Hebrews during my undergraduate degree because I was fascinated by the author’s use of Scripture and the priestly imagery. I had been drawn into this text, and now spending time with it was my job. But as I worked, just as God spoke through the prophets (1:1–2), he spoke to me through his Son.

Madison N. Pierce is an associate professor of New Testament at Western Theological Seminary and the author of Divine Discourse in the Epistle to the Hebrews.

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Praise Him with Harp and Tuba?

When SBC worship leaders look to their congregations for musical talent, this is what they find.

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One out of every five Southern Baptist Convention (SBC) churches has struggled, in recent years, to find someone who could play the piano.

Most evangelical church music is played by unpaid volunteers. That means the options for instruments on Sunday morning are limited by the skill and knowledge in a given congregation. While “worship wars” have sometimes raged over particular styles or theological evaluations of this or that instrument, the actual available choices are limited by what people know how to play—and, hopefully, play well.

Will Bishop, associate professor of church music and worship at Southern Baptist Theological Seminary, asked about congregational musical ability in the first large-scale survey of SBC music in almost 100 years. He found a few harps. A few trombones. And not as many drums or guitars as you might think.

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Stowaway Pastor Survives Atlantic Crossing

And other brief news stories from Christians around the world.

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A 38-year-old Pentecostal minister named Thankgod Opemipo Matthew Yeye survived a 3,500-mile Atlantic crossing hidden above the rudder of a cargo ship. He and three other Nigerian stowaways ran out of food after 10 days and survived four more on seawater alone before being rescued and detained by Brazilian authorities. Yeye said he was forced to leave Nigeria because his farm was destroyed by floods, leaving him and his family homeless. More than 50,000 Christians in Nigeria have been killed by Islamic militants since 2009. Yeye has applied for asylum in Brazil.

Jamaica: Man convicted of missionary murders

A jury of five women and two men found Andre Thomas, a 22-year-old laborer, guilty of murdering two American missionaries. He and his cousin Dwight Henry killed Randy Hentzel and Harold Nichols, both with Pennsylvania-based Teams for Medical Missions, in 2016. Henry previously pleaded guilty, telling police in interrogation that they killed the men because of the stories their grandfather used to tell them about the horrible things white people did. Henry was sentenced to life in prison. Thomas will be sentenced in October.

United States: PEPFAR opposed by pro-life groups

Congressional reauthorization of the President’s Emergency Plan for Aids Relief (PEPFAR) has been imperiled by pro-life opposition. Susan B. Anthony Pro-Life America, Heritage Action, and the Family Research Council say the program is a “slush fund” for abortion providers because it pays contractors to deliver the antiretroviral drugs necessary for fighting HIV/AIDS and some of those contractors also provide abortions. Pro-life groups who have worked with PEPFAR say it is a proven program—saving as many as 25 million lives in the past 20 years—and does not, in fact, fund abortions.

Kenya: Bishop’s election raises hopes for unity

The Methodist Church in Kenya elected Isaiah Deye as presiding bishop three months after Joseph Ntombura was removed from office. Ntombura caused a tremendous uproar when he changed the church constitution, defrocked more than 100 ministers, and sold some church-owned property. He was accused of misusing funds from the sale and money intended for a national university and church-affiliated hospital. The controversy prompted some of Ntombura’s critics to move toward a schism. Leaders in the church are hopeful Deye’s election will quell the turmoil and bring the denomination back together. Deye won 76 percent of the vote at the church’s annual conference in Nairobi. The ballots were counted in public, breaking from tradition, to mitigate claims of fraud. “Moving forward,” said Paul Matumbi Muthuri, a former bishop, “we see a church that is one … in mission.”

United Kingdom: Soul Survivor founder resigns

The founder of Soul Survivor, a popular church and summer festival that drew as many as 30,000 young people, has stepped down amid an investigation into allegations of “inappropriate intimate relationships” with interns. Mike Pilavachi is accused of giving full-body oil massages to young men stripped down to their underwear and engaging in vigorous wrestling matches that would end with him pinning and straddling 18-to-21-year-olds who were taking a gap year to learn about ministry. More than 100 people have come forward with information, including worship leader Matt Redman, who says he was abused by Pilavachi.

Germany: Almost no one reads the Bible

A University of Leipzig study found that a majority of Germans have a Bible in their homes but only 1.6 percent read Scripture daily. That percentage has fallen by about half in the last decade. About 3 percent say they read the Bible weekly, and 10 percent about once a year. Two new translations have not increased reading rates.

The Netherlands: Christian party rejects compromise on refugee families

A Dutch coalition government fell apart because a Christian political party that traces its history back to Reformed theologian Abraham Kuyper would not compromise on asylum seekers. ChristenUnie, the smallest member of the four-party coalition, was unwilling to accept a limit to family reunifications. Prime minister Mark Rutte, leader of the People’s Party for Freedom and Democracy, said the differences were irreconcilable and resigned. The Netherlands expects to receive 70,000 asylum applications in 2023, and a surging populist party has called for sharp limits on immigration. An election is planned for November.

Israel: Taxi test asks drivers about Christ’s return

The Israeli Health Ministry is asking would-be taxi drivers about their views on the end times. One of the questions on a psychological exam necessary for a license is “True or False: I believe in the second coming of Christ.” The test also has questions about church attendance, playing with dolls, and “unusual” sex. “I’m not sure why it’s relevant for driving,” said Nadav Davidovitch, director of the School of Public Health at Ben-Gurion University. “I think these are very inappropriate questions.” The deputy director of the Health Ministry said the test is outdated.

Turkey: Nicene Creed site considered for UN preservation

The city of İznik is being considered for the UNESCO World Heritage List. İznik contains the ancient city of Nicaea, where a council of church leaders approved a definitive statement of orthodox Christian belief in A.D. 325. It is also home to the Green Mosque, one of the earliest examples of Ottoman architecture. Inclusion on the list would mark İznik as a protected zone and ensure conservation for future generations. UNESCO officials will make a decision in 2024.

A Spirit-Filled Southern BaptistThe Wonderful Spirit-Filled Life,by Charles Stanley (Thomas Nelson, 239 pp.; .99, hardcover). Reviewed by Edith L. Blumhofer, project director for the Institute of American Evangelicals at Wheaton College in Illinois.For many years, the Southern Baptist Convention has been America’s largest Protestant denomination and Charles Stanley one of its best-known members. Longtime pastor of Atlanta’s First Baptist Church and two-time president of the SBC, Stanley is known to millions through his books and his popular nationwide television and radio programs, “In Touch.” Educated at the University of Richmond, Southwestern Theological Seminary, and Luther Rice Seminary, Stanley qualifies as a true Baptist stalwart.Thus it is noteworthy that he has written a book that probes the heart of a spirituality more often associated with Wesleyans and Pentecostals than with Southern Baptists. Stanley introduces The Wonderful Spirit-Filled Life as “a lesson in theology presented in the form of narrative.” As narrative it reads well. The theology builds on a concept that shaped the “higher life” and Keswick movements more than a century ago. The counterpoint to higher is the observation that the vast majority of Christians live far beneath their privileges as God’s children; unrealized by many Christians is that the Holy Spirit is God’s provision for “higher” and “victorious” Christian living. Charles Stanley has found the victory.As hinted above, Stanley’s book is the most recent addition to a literature that has a long history in American religion and so should be read in this context. For more than a century, presses have churned out a steady stream of publications that reveal a persistent fascination of American evangelicals with the person and work of the Holy Spirit. During the nineteenth century, much of this literature came from the pens of women and men associated with the sprawling Wesleyan Holiness movement. They gave expressions to the bliss of the Spirit-filled life in hundreds of enduring gospel songs, in thousands of tracts, in periodicals devoted to nurturing the believer’s “walk in the Spirit,” and in hundreds of books, some of which still sell well today.Toward the end of the nineteenth century, many evangelicals became convinced that the return of Christ was imminent. The urgency of the twin objectives of preparing the world and readying one’s self for Christ’s any-moment advent prompted widespread consideration of the role of the Holy Spirit in and among the faithful.The pursuit of this “higher” or “deeper” Christian life absorbed the energies of increasing numbers of American and British Protestants and found expression in such classics as Hannah Whitall Smith’s The Christian’s Secret of a Happy Life. Biographies of numerous stalwarts who were perceived by others to have grasped more fully than most the promise of the Spirit’s activity in their lives thrilled and challenged generations to similar devotion. Geraldine Guiness Taylor’s (Mrs. Howard Taylor’s) portrait of her father-in-law, Hudson Taylor’s Spiritual Secret; her biography of martyred China missionaries John and Betty Stam, The Triumph of John and Betty Stam; and her widely known Borden of Yale: The Life That Counts have by any measure been stunningly successful devotional classics loved by generations of evangelicals. Equally important in molding expectations about the texture of the Spirit-filled life have been autobiographies like Charles Finney’s Memoirs and Amanda Smith’s life story.Pentecostal appropriationFrom their beginning, Pentecostals enthusiastically adopted the gospel songs and devotional classics that had long expressed evangelical teaching on the “wonderful Spirit-filled life.” This led some evangelicals to change the terms of the topic in order to distance themselves from this “tongues movement.” Some qualified their use of the most troublesome terms, like “baptism with the Holy Spirit”; some, like John R. Rice or Harry Ironside, devoted considerable energy to attacking Pentecostal error while maintaining an alternative approach to life in the Spirit; still others ignored the fray and moved along in the time-honored quest for personal and ecclesial renewal.Despite these attempts, the language of being “Spirit filled” retained a powerful, broad appeal. In the same years that Pentecostals formed their own denominations and publishing enterprises, non-Pentecostals such as A. W. Tozer, Mrs. Howard Taylor, and V. Raymond Edman compellingly described the Spirit-filled life and challenged one and all to enjoy it. While Pentecostals and other conservative Protestants are often described as antagonists in the years between the world wars, even a cursory look at the devotional literature available during this period suggests that both groups hungered for experiential knowledge of the Holy Spirit’s indwelling.After World War II, the charismatic renewal both expressed and stimulated yet another wave of interest in the relationship between believers and the Holy Spirit. Books such as Merlin Carothers’s Power in Praise, Dennis Bennet’s Nine O’clock in the Morning, and John and Elizabeth Sherrill’s They Speak with Other Tongues spoke to another generation’s longing for spiritual renewal. What distinguished these books from those of an earlier generation was that speaking in tongues came to be seen as the entryway into the higher Christian life.The charismatic renewal’s relentless penetration of the church, especially in the two-thirds world, established it as a force with which to reckon. In response, and in an effort to provide responsible guidance, by the 1970s, major players on the American evangelical scene were writing books on the Holy Spirit. Stanley cites Billy Graham’s The Holy Spirit: Activating God’s Power in Your Life (1978) several times. Campus Crusade for Christ founder Bill Bright published The Holy Spirit: The Key to Supernatural Living in 1980. John R. W. Stott, a London preacher with a large American following, contributed as well, with Baptism and Fullness appearing in 1975. These dealt candidly with the concepts and language that divided Pentecostals from others while strongly advocating the Spirit-filled life. Stanley also cites R. C. Sproul’s recent The Mystery of the Holy Spirit (1990). Perhaps most forthright in addressing the issues that evangelicals find most troubling is Tony Campolo’s How to Be Pentecostal Without Speaking in Tongues, published in 1991.Life from aboveCharles Stanley’s views, then, stand in a distinguished succession. Like his predecessors in each generation, Stanley observes glaring discrepancies between what Christians affirm in song and creed on Sundays and what they do on Mondays. He views with dismay the tendency to confuse natural talent with spiritual giftedness. He also frets over how many Christians are ignorant of the resources he is convinced the Holy Spirit offers for spiritual growth and victorious living.In Stanley’s hands, the Spirit’s work does not resemble the startling forms of spiritual warfare that Frank Peretti’s novels call to mind; it is better described as a moment-by-moment yielding, issuing in piety best described by the list of the Spirit’s fruits in Galatians 5. Those evangelicals who have resisted the modern urge to abandon the hymnal may recognize its affinities with the words evangelist Daniel W. Whittle penned in 1893: “Moment by moment I’m kept in his love, / Moment by moment I’ve life from above.”In the book, Stanley intertwines his personal discovery of the Spirit-filled life with considerations of trends within contemporary evangelicalism. He is careful to distinguish what he advocates from what he has seen in Pentecostal churches. Having grown up in a Pentecostal-Holiness congregation gives him a perspective on classical Pentecostalism that other evangelical writers on the Spirit-filled life have usually lacked.Although one must not push the point too far, his book can be viewed as a commentary on the lack of teaching among classical Pentecostals on the role of the Spirit in the life of believers, since Stanley claims that he was a 32-year-old Baptist seminary student before he encountered the concept of the Spirit-filled life.Pentecostals will object to Stanley’s view that at some undetermined time shortly after the day of Pentecost, the Holy Spirit began filling all believers. Sometime in the period covered in the first chapters of the Book of Acts, he believes, the Holy Spirit “swept through the world, filling those who had put their faith in Christ.” Since then, all believers are Spirit filled, but not all believers have embraced the lifestyle of “abiding” and fruit bearing. Otherwise, traditional Pentecostals will agree with the basic principles the book describes.Stanley’s representation of the Spirit-filled life is winsome and appealing. Coming from a former president of the Southern Baptist Convention, it is surprising as well. But most important of all, it is a sign of the church’s persistent yearning for something “more” from God.Can The Tube Be Redeemed?Redeeming Television,by Quentin J. Schultze (InterVarsity, 198 pp.: .99, paper);All That Glitters: A News-Person Explores the World of Television,by Coleen Cook (Moody, 267 pp.: .99, hardcover). Reviewed by Robert Bittner, an editor and free-lance writer living in the Chicago area.“Any communication that furthers God’s interests in this world is Christian,” writes Quentin Schultze, Calvin College professor of communication arts and sciences, and the author of Redeeming Television. From the first page, he strikes the hopeful note that television can be a vehicle for God’s work in the world.But Schultze is not recommending placing satellite dishes across the globe to broadcast a new generation of televangelists. In fact, he questions the popular belief that television is God’s chosen tool for worldwide evangelism—an idea that can be stretched to make God seem shortsighted for sending his Son into a pre-TV world. But he also steers clear of the opposite camp that sees TV as the Devil’s tool, a medium by nature incapable of good. His middle-ground position will no doubt disappoint TV’s critics on either end of the ideological spectrum; nevertheless, it offers Christian viewers a thoughtful and balanced critique of the medium.The philosophical underpinning of Schultze’s views can be found in Reformed theology’s “cultural mandate,” which emphasizes humanity’s responsibility to care for all creation (Gen. 1:28). For Schultze, then, television is worthy of redemption simply because it is part of God’s creation.According to Schultze, a responsible Christian approach to TV requires an informed viewer. To this purpose he presents an overview of the way TV shows are produced, the not-so-hidden agendas of the producers, and the reasons why so few consumers of TV bother to think about it.Near the end of the book he outlines a number of practical steps that will turn passive “watchers” into critical “viewers” and thus, he claims, increase the medium’s power for presenting truth. Some of the simpler suggestions include the following: support public television; write letters of praise and protest to the networks; always watch a show before you criticize it; pray for those producing the shows; encourage gifted Christians to work in TV.For television’s friends and foes alike, the book makes provocative reading.The amoral tubeOne of those foes is former broadcast journalist Coleen Cook, author of All That Glitters. She has little good to say about television, especially about the type of television she was most involved with, TV news. Although her book shares many of the same resources as Schultze’s (both quoting frequently from critics such as Neil Postman and Malcolm Muggeridge), she uses them to highlight TV’s “weaknesses and dangers.” As a result, the book pays scant attention to TV’s even potential strengths and successes.The book opens with Cook’s dramatic story of her nerve-wracking first on-air assignment at a new station—a live “newsbreak” plagued by misinformation, faulty technology, and an unexpected question from her “partner” via satellite, Ted Koppel. In the succeeding chapters, she reveals the questionable decisions behind much of what we see on TV and explains how television’s technology, 30-minute time slots, commercial breaks, and the consuming hunger for high ratings make the medium myopic, amoral, and inherently incapable of accurately presenting truth.It is not until the last two chapters that Cook broaches the issue of how Christian families can respond to the tube. She encourages activities that will help viewers to “unravel the illusion of television” and, thus, free themselves from its tyranny: evaluate your viewing habits (a handy checklist is provided); put limits on your viewing; watch programs, not television; watch critically; become independent of TV.All That Glitters will disappoint those seeking an insightful, firsthand critique of the industry from a Christian perspective. By limiting her scope to the “weaknesses and dangers” of network news, Cook ignores the more positive roles of public television and CNN, not to mention such cable purveyors of quality family entertainment as the Disney Channel, Nickelodeon, and the Family Channel. In fact, there is little discussion of TV’S “entertainment” programming at all.Given Cook’s indictment of the television news industry, it is no wonder that she left. Even so, it would be hard to read her book without getting the impression that she wishes the situation could be changed. Redeeming Television may be the answer she has been looking for.InterviewDobson’S New DareBook publishers dream about the rare book that fills a need so well it keeps selling year after profitable year. Such was James Dobson’s Dare to Discipline, published in 1970 by Tyndale House. Over the next two decades, the volume, which encouraged parents to exercise authority and use corporal punishment when other experts were sounding a permissive note, sold more than 1,800,000 copies.Although the book continued to sell well, psychologist Dobson knew that the cultural context had changed. Thus he wrote The New Dare to Discipline (Tyndale) for today’s parents.What sets Dobson’s writing apart from other how-to authors is his broader vision. In the early seventies, Dobson realized that the American family was disintegrating and so focused his energies on restoring the well-regulated family as a foundation for a well-ordered society. That crusade led him to leave his university post and launch his own fledgling ministry, which, Dobson recently told managing editor David Neff, was “one of the most terrifying things I have ever done.” Now established in a downtown Colorado Springs office complex and supported by a ministry with about 900 full-time employees, Dobson’s crusade continues.In the early seventies, “I believed that we didn’t have much time, that the pressure was going to intensify, and that we were going to have to get excited about the family or lose it,” Dobson told CT. “I believe that even more today.”What key societal shifts prompted you to write The New Dare to Discipline?The original Dare to Discipline was written in the context of the Vietnam War. And so the book had the flavor of the 1970s. But the principles in the book are eternal. I feel that they can be traced directly to biblical concepts.The book was still selling, but when people—especially those under 30—opened it up, they read of things they didn’t know about, such as Students for a Democratic Society. Furthermore, I had 20 more years of experience with families, which gave me a lot that I wanted to say.Finally, there has been a concerted effort by the press and by the more humanistic community to make all corporal punishment, even when done with great care and judiciousness, look like child abuse. That is a change since 1970, and because child abuse is such an incredible problem, I wanted to explain the limitations of corporal punishment and who should not use it.What advice would you give parents who are worried their spankings may be crossing the line into child abuse?My advice is, don’t lay a hand on the child. Anyone who has ever abused a child, or has ever felt themselves losing control during a spanking, should not expose the child or themselves to that tragedy. Anyone who has had a violent temper that at times becomes unmanageable should not use that approach.But that’s the minority of parents, and I think we should not eliminate a biblically sanctioned approach to raising children because it is abused in some cases.You write that the pain of spanking is not the crucial factor but the meaning associated with the event. What can parents do to make sure that the child understands a spanking?The key to raising healthy, responsible children is to be able to get behind the eyes of the child and see what he sees, think what he thinks, and feel what he feels. If you know how to do that, then you know how to respond appropriately for him. For example, if a three-year-old screams when you put him into bed, it is the obligation of the parent to know whether that child is genuinely afraid of the dark—perhaps suspecting that he has had nightmares, and the isolation is a fearfully strange one—or the child is using tears as a way of getting what he wants—that is, to stay up. You behave oppositely, depending on your interpretation of the behavior. If you don’t know what he’s thinking and feeling, you don’t have a clue as to how to respond. On the one hand, you comfort him and let him get up. On the other hand, you don’t. For the tact and the wisdom required for good parenting, you need prayer and a little understanding of child development.Do you counsel parents to talk to children in connection with a spanking?Absolutely. But the conversation usually occurs after the confrontation. It’s very difficult to communicate when a rebellious, stiff-necked little child is clenching his fist and taking you on. After the confrontation—especially if it involved tears—has occurred, the child usually wants to hug you and get reassurance that you really care for him. Many parents say they feel uncomfortable responding to requests for affection at that moment because they’ve been upset with the child. I think they are completely wrong. At that moment you can talk to the child about why he got in trouble, and how he can avoid it next time, and how much you love him.Before we leave the issue of corporal punishment, it is important to understand I’m talking about a narrow age range of about 18 months to eight or nine years as an outside limit. I do not believe in spanking teenagers. It doesn’t work; it makes them angry. But there is a window in early child development when that tool can be very useful.Today there are a lot more single parents than there were in 1970. Can the principles in your book help those who may have never had an intact family?The beauty of implementing the principles given to us in Scripture is that they were provided by the Creator of families, and they work in all situations. The single mother needs the principles of discipline even more than parents in intact families because she’s got to do the job alone. The principle of the worth of the child and our need to sacrifice for him or her applies in all families. The principles are more important, not less, in a time of social chaos.Do you think we will be able to restore the nuclear family as the basic unit of American society?I really believe that the pressures on the family today from those who want to see it disintegrate are going to intensify. The only thing that will send us back in the direction of our roots is for large numbers of people to have a personal encounter with Jesus Christ, for a revival to sweep our land. I pray for that, I long for it, and I see it as the only hope. No philosophical discussion is going to bring that about. The only thing that will, in my view, is hardship. It might be that America is heading into a twilight period of immorality and wickedness that will have such painful consequences that we’ll begin to remember again where we came from.You talk about the need for the church to take part in sex education. What resources do pastors and Sunday-school teachers have to keep them from feeling just as at sea as parents do?There is a sizable quantity of material available that is compatible with the Christian ethic. Some has been done by Christians and has a Christian philosophy throughout. But there are other programs, like Sex Respect, that most Christians would be comfortable with. If parents are uncomfortable doing the job and they’re not going to get it done, my second choice by far would be those who understand what immorality is.If a teenager is sleeping around, he is not merely sexually active, he’s immoral. And the church needs to say that. In any congregation, there are teenagers who are doing exactly the same things that those who are not in a church are doing. And yet it is often not mentioned from the pulpit. That’s a mistake. It needs to be handled compassionately and sensitively. But teenagers need to know what the church stands for because, heaven knows, they sure hear the other side all day long if they’re in a secular school.The word dare in the book’s title suggests it takes courage to raise children. How would you encourage parents that they can do the job?What requires the courage are the disruptive adolescent years. Parents are terrified when their kids are three or four years of age that they are going to do something that’s going to lead to rebellion during the teen years. They know about the drug problem. They know about promiscuity. They know about rejection of the faith. And they don’t want to do anything that will wound the child in such a way that when they’re older they will throw the authority back in their faces.The truth of the matter is, you are more likely to create those problems when you are afraid to lead than if you take charge. God put parents in a position of authority over children. He’s the author of that leadership, and they must take it. Children will respect them for it, and they will receive their love more readily if they have the courage and the confidence to lead, while also caring for and protecting the child.It does take courage. You simply have to know: this is right. God said it. His Word established it. He said, children obey your parents, and therefore parents need to be benevolent bosses in their own home.Doesn’t the same situation obtain in the adult world? Very few of us grow up to be bosses. Most of us are followers.The principles in Dare to Discipline apply to employee/employer relationships. They apply to the relationships between nations—wherever human interests collide. The principle, in one word, that underlies the philosophy of each of my books is respect. Dare to Discipline says children respect your parents. Hide or Seek says parents respect your children. What Wives Wish Their Husbands Knew About Women says husbands respect your wives. The issue of respect is fundamental in human relationships, and The New Dare to Discipline, like the earlier version, just deals with how it plays out between parent and child.
Ideas

Culture War Is Not Spiritual Warfare

Columnist

Our ideological opponents are not the enemy.

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Someone who grew up in a more liberal religious tradition than mine once told me the sermons in his church were always boring, especially on Easter Sunday. “That was the day the pastor had to deal with the Resurrection,” a doctrine about which he was at best squeamish and at worst skeptical. “We would have to wait to see what metaphor the Resurrection turned out to be—one year it was restarting one’s life afresh, another would be the importance of recycling, or whatever.” A secularized account of the Resurrection does indeed lack the punch of the real thing (and that’s the least of its problems).

We evangelical Christians aren’t likely to secularize our beliefs about the Resurrection, but we are well on our way to secularizing something else: spiritual warfare.

Some outside the church incorrectly see spiritual warfare as a recent innovation, traced back to C. Peter Wagner and the Fuller Seminary church growth classes of the 1970s (thus tying it to the New Apostolic Reformation) or to Frank Peretti’s This Present Darkness and other novels of the 1980s.

But the concept of spiritual warfare has been firmly established in every era and wing of the Christian church, back even earlier than Saint Anthony wrestling demons in the desert, all the way to the New Testament itself.

There’s no absence of spiritual warfare talk from Christians these days. But listen closely to it and you’ll notice something: Rarely is this language of warfare directed toward evil spirits. Instead, it’s usually employed to describe ideological opposition toward fellow human beings. “This is spiritual warfare!” we hear as the lead-in to a call to arms about some political or social stance. But this way of thinking about spiritual warfare reveals a significant disenchantment with the world of the Bible.

Moreover, our conflation of spiritual war with culture war communicates the exact opposite of the message of the Bible, both in terms of who our enemies are and how to wage the battle. The apostle Paul told us that “we do not wrestle against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the cosmic powers over this present darkness, against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly places” (Eph. 6:12, ESV throughout).

According to the apostles—and Jesus himself—there are indeed malevolent spiritual beings in the universe, usually imperceptible to us. These beings mean us harm. They are not our fellow image bearers. Even the human being most hostile to the gospel or to the church or to the moral order could one day be our brother or sister in Christ (2 Cor. 5:11–6:2). Knowing that frees us to rage against the old reptile of Eden but constrains us to be gentle toward his prey (2 Tim. 2:23–26).

The way we do spiritual battle with the Devil is to realize how he works: through deception (Gen. 3:1–5) and accusation (Rev. 12:10). We do not combat that with the sound and fury of tribal conflict but with the same weapons our ancestors did: “by the blood of the Lamb and by the word of their testimony” (Rev. 12:11). It is the gospel that undoes the work of the forces of evil.

We aren’t to view spiritual warfare the way we do the pseudo-warfare of our fractured age. And we aren’t firing salvos “out there” against our enemies; instead we focus in here. For one can only engage the Devil, Paul wrote, by putting on the “full armor of God.” He defined that armor not as arguments meant to humiliate, isolate, or exile one’s opponents but as the cultivation of oneself by God’s Spirit, through the means of the gospel, the Bible, prayer, and the church (Eph. 6:10–20).

Maybe our secular neighbors will find it strangely medieval that we actually believe the old stories of a “world with devils filled.” But we believe far stranger things than that. We believe the words Martin Luther taught us to sing:

The prince of darkness grim, we tremble not for him; his rage we can endure, for lo! his doom is sure; one little word shall fell him.

To hell with the Devil. Let’s remember the good news that the foot on the old snake’s head has nail prints on it. That’s spiritual warfare for real. That’s a battle worth fighting—a battle, really, that’s already been won.

Russell Moore is editor in chief of Christianity Today.

Testimony

I Hadn’t Committed Suicide. But I Was Spiritually Dead.

The prison ID’ed the wrong man. But the mistake was powerfully revealing.

Margaret Ferrec

I was awakened by the hurried sounds of correction officers rushing into the cell block, with their key rings clanging together, their handheld radios blaring, and their loud voices interrogating the inmates. They were trying to determine whether one or more of us had taunted or terrorized José in a way that had caused him to commit suicide, which was a common enough occurrence at Rikers Island prison in New York City.

I hadn’t really known too much about José. In fact, I’m not even certain that was his real first name. I did know, however, that he shared my last name (Vega) and that he slept in the cell in front of mine.

I couldn’t stop thinking about how he might have taken his own life. One inmate said he had hung himself from the ceiling. Another speculated that he was able to tie his sheets to the bed while using his weight to choke himself as he lowered himself toward the floor. Either way, the deed was done and final.

As tragic as José’s death was, in some ways it launched me on the path to becoming a Christian. Oddly enough, this happened largely because of a mix-up on the part of the prison staff, who misidentified me as the prisoner named Vega who had committed suicide. The prison sent a chaplain to my family’s home to deliver the bad news. Amid the confusion that prevailed while Rikers Island was on lockdown following the incident, they didn’t learn the truth until several days later. For all they knew, I was dead.

There’s something powerfully symbolic in how I was “dead” but not yet buried. Looking back on this moment in my life, I believe God was beginning to show me that although I was physically alive, I was spiritually lifeless. And he was beginning to show me that true life would only be found in dying to self.

I was born into a humble family and raised in the gritty midtown New York City neighborhood known as Hell’s Kitchen. The oldest of four siblings, I had a love and a talent for baseball, and my family envisioned me playing for the New York Yankees one day.

But my upbringing lacked structure and discipline, and I had too much freedom for someone so young. I also struggled with low self-esteem and a need for acceptance. Compared to other kids in my neighborhood, I was small in stature and physically nonthreatening, which led to gnawing feelings of inadequacy and insecurity. To overcome these emotions and secure my place in the “in crowd,” I made a series of destructive choices—involving alcohol, drugs, and promiscuity—that dashed my dreams of playing professional baseball.

I started drinking alcohol at age 11. At 13, I began smoking marijuana and eventually graduated to hardcore drugs like cocaine and heroin, which quickly escalated into full-blown addiction. I enjoyed the thrill I received in the moment, but I hated the way I felt after the effects wore off. The only way to escape the pain, shame, and guilt the drugs created was turning to them for relief, which trapped me in a vicious cycle.

Selling drugs to support my habit became a revolving door in and out of prison. Each time I landed there, I would busy myself making plans to successfully stay out. But as the boxer Mike Tyson once said, “Everyone has a plan until they get punched in the mouth.” I wasn’t doing the necessary work of honest reflection that might have changed my course.

Once free, I would find sporadic employment in retail stores, as a messenger or delivery person, in telemarketing, or working other odd jobs. At one point, I even had a good, steady income working at a hospital in Syracuse. But I always ended up quitting or getting fired. Material things couldn’t change a wayward heart.

After several stints in prison, a glimmer of hope arrived in the form of Michelle, who strolled into my neighborhood with a style and grace all her own. I sensed she was different from the other girls. I said to myself, “She has to be mine.” We became friends, and eventually became intimate.

But Michelle grew frustrated with my persistently destructive actions and addictions. She was pregnant with my child, but we both knew I was ill-equipped for the responsibilities of fatherhood. In her hopelessness, she turned to God and started attending a church. She had been raised in a strict religious family that encouraged good behavior but not a relationship with a loving, merciful God. Finding encouragement from fellow believers, she prayed for my salvation, for deliverance from the degrading life I was leading. And she suggested that I go to a Christian recovery program for help.

Looking back, I can see that God was pursuing me even before my encounter with Michelle. There was the prison chaplain who would often encourage me to read the Bible. There was the inmate who spoke to me about God and invited me to attend services at The Brooklyn Tabernacle, a church he had attended.

I also started feeling deep remorse and shame over the pain I had caused people in my family, especially my mom and dad. I felt like I had to pay them back somehow. So I started attending prison chapel services. At first, it was just something to break the monotony of prison life, but before long, I actually started looking forward to it. I was always deeply moved, even to the point of tears, when we sang the song “Lord Prepare Me to Be a Sanctuary.”

From there I started reading the Word of God, and gradually it got a tight hold on my heart. Some of the passages I clung to during this time were Psalms 27 and 91, as well as Galatians 5:1–13, which speaks of freedom in Christ and liberation from a “yoke of slavery” (v. 1). My seminary was the Holy Spirit meeting me in the prison cell, where I could spend hours reading and praying without boredom.

All the while, God’s love and mercy for me were evident. He placed mentors along my path who taught me how to walk with God and obey his Word. This included a group of men who gathered regularly to study the Bible and strengthen their relationship with God. Following their example, I decided to surrender my life to Christ.

It took some time to see Jesus not just as my Savior, but also as my Lord. As a new Christian, I needed to better absorb the wisdom of Proverbs 3:5–7, which compels us to submit to God “in all your ways,” to “lean not on your own understanding,” and to “not be wise in your own eyes.” But when I left prison for good in 1996, I knew Christ had remade me from the inside out.

Top: Hector Vega’s personal Bible. Bottom: The building in New York City where Vega’s church meetsMargaret Ferrec
Top: Hector Vega’s personal Bible. Bottom: The building in New York City where Vega’s church meets

Since then, God has opened doors I never would have thought possible. I’ve enjoyed a successful career as an insurance executive. I’ve served as executive director and CEO of Goodwill Rescue Mission, a homeless shelter and addiction-recovery program based in Newark, New Jersey. And since 2009, I’ve pastored East Harlem Fellowship in New York City.

Meanwhile, I’ve been married to Michelle for 30 years, during which we’ve raised four children. And I’ve traveled to five of the seven continents on mission trips, preaching the message that in Christ, there is hope for overcoming every crisis we face in this life.

Nothing is impossible for God Almighty! When the world had labeled me an addict and a career criminal, his love and mercy overwhelmed me, testifying that I was made in his image and worthy of being presented as a trophy of his grace.

Hector Vega is the author of Arrested by Grace: The True Story of Death and Resurrection from the Streets of New York City, which he has sent to hundreds of prisons across the United States.

The Bots and the Bees

Following Jesus in our AI era.

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This year I turned our family vegetable-garden plots into pollinator gardens—in part because of the ease of caring for native flowering plants, but also as a small means of helping dwindling bee and butterfly populations. I care about those buzzy and beautiful creatures.

And apparently so does AI—or at least, so do the humans behind the multiple AI programs now contributing to the strategic monitoring of bee populations to support bee conservation.

“When we think of AI, we often think of its most public-facing applications: chatbots, facial-recognition software, and so on,” Kate Lucky, the writer of our cover story and CT’s senior editor of audience engagement, told me. But the fellow Silicon Valley Christians she interviewed “emphasized again and again that AI’s uses are so varied across industries—medical diagnosis, creation care, human resources, industrial manufacturing, and so on.”

While some applications of AI immediately raise ethical questions (even triggering anxiety about a Terminator-like dystopian future), others are tremendously beneficial, like AI-enhanced cancer screening, large-scale data analysis to combat world hunger, or wildlife-conservation tools helping at-risk populations of whales, koalas, and, yes, bees.

“We need to equip believers for the many ways they will—and already are!—encountering AI at school, work, and home,” Lucky said. As AI becomes increasingly ubiquitous, the Christians in tech fields Lucky spoke with see this moment as a critical opportunity for churches to disciple their members on how faith provides a framework for interaction with AI by “teaching prudence, restraint, and wisdom.”

What might this prudence look like on a practical level? How can we steward AI tools well and navigate AI’s ethical complexities with wisdom? What does it look like to approach AI via the lens of theology or epistemology? Both Lucky and Bonnie Kristian (in her column in this issue) explore facets of this conversation in our current issue. In the coming months, we’ll explore additional questions and concerns catalyzed by this new era of artificial intelligence.

As I’ve sat writing this, I’ve watched multiple ruby-throated hummingbirds and various bees and wasps visit our pollinator gardens. They bring to mind Jesus’ invitation in Matthew 6: Consider the birds of the air, the flowers of the field. Our call in this new AI era, with all its uncertainty, is the same as it was 2,000 years ago: “Seek first his kingdom and his righteousness.”

Kelli B. Trujillo is CT’s print managing editor.

Church Life

Colombian Christians Preached Social Justice. Practicing It Is Harder.

The birthplace of “integral mission” is also the epicenter of a migration crisis. It’s difficult to get local churches to care.

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Mauricio Miranda was comfortable. For 10 years, he had served as pastor of a Pentecostal church in downtown Cúcuta, Colombia. His church was modest but established, and so was his life. Every Monday, he woke up knowing what to expect: Wednesday night service, Sunday service, discipleship groups, sermon prep in between.

“It was a pretty normal, typical church,” Miranda said. “People came to services, I preached, we said goodbye, and people went back home.”

But after 10 years, Miranda was restless. “I felt that we were not doing enough,” he recalled. He just couldn’t articulate exactly what “enough” was.

Cúcuta is Colombia’s sixth-largest municipality and sits on the country’s border with Venezuela. Miranda’s church was about a 20-minute drive from the Simón Bolívar International Bridge, a 315-meter structure that’s one of the busiest border crossings in South America, generating up to $8 billion a year in trade.

At the time, people on both sides crisscrossed the border bridge as breezily as if they were visiting a neighbor. Those who’d grown up in Cúcuta remember sauntering to the other side to get Popsicles on hot afternoons. Children in school uniforms scampered over the bridge to attend classes. Families from Venezuela attended church services in Colombia.

And then in 2015—after a series of violent disputes between the two countries—the border closed. A year later, when the bridge briefly reopened to pedestrians, traffic no longer flowed both ways. By then, Venezuela had collapsed into a full-scale humanitarian crisis. Nearly 200,000 Venezuelans crossed the bridge into Colombia in just a few days. Many of them traveled back and forth to stock up on essential supplies, but as the crisis worsened, more and more Venezuelans stayed in Colombia. In 2015, 31,000 Venezuelans lived there. By 2019, that number was almost 1.8 million.

Mauricio MirandaPhotograph by Ferley Ospina for Christianity Today
Mauricio Miranda

In August 2016, Miranda decided to hit the reset button on his church. Every morning, he shut himself in his son’s bedroom, played some worship music, and prayed, “Lord, what can we do? Where do you want us to go?”

In September, Miranda received his answer. The Colombian and Venezuelan governments had just negotiated a more permanent reopening of the border to foot traffic. A lot of people are going to cross the bridge into Colombia, Miranda heard God tell him. Go, take some bread and beverages to the border, because people are hungry and thirsty. Rent a bus and bring them to church, because they need to hear the Word.

When Miranda told his wife, Isabelina, what he had heard, she balked. “Where’s the money to buy bread?” she said. “Where’s the money to rent a bus?”

Miranda asked God the same question: “Lord, there are other churches with lots more money and people. Why not send them? Why us?”

They were a small congregation of just 60 people, several months behind on rent. In fact, Miranda was about six months behind on the rent for his own home. The church’s tithes were barely enough to cover the bus rental to the bridge.

But like the widow of Zarephath, who cooked for the prophet Elijah with her last flour and oil during a drought, Miranda prepared a meal. Every Saturday afternoon, he and several church members went to the Simón Bolívar bridge with arms full of pan cascarita (soft bread rolls), bottled water, and packets of Frutiño (a powdered soft drink).

Today, that downtown Cúcuta church no longer exists. Instead, the congregation has moved to a warehouse that’s a five-minute walk from the bridge. They have a new name reflecting their new mission: Iglesia para la Frontera—Church for the Border.

For thousands of migrants who have staggered across the border—some after walking hundreds of miles, their feet bloodied, their cheeks gaunt, their children limp from exhaustion and malnutrition—one of the first sounds greeting them in Colombia has been loud, booming worship music. The warehouse church has a giant roll-up steel door. When the door is open, passersby can see and hear everything. It’s impossible for the migrants to avoid the church—and impossible for the church to avoid them.

A neighborhood street outside of Iglesia para la Frontera in Cúcuta, Colombia.Photograph by Ferley Ospina for Christianity Today
A neighborhood street outside of Iglesia para la Frontera in Cúcuta, Colombia.

Miranda remembers hollow eyes that looked up at him as he preached. “I felt like I was a pastor to a valley of dry bones,” he said. “They were so hopeless, so full of pain and sadness. It was like they were dead. More than preaching, I felt I needed to physically help them.”

Before they moved closer to the border crossing, Miranda’s church had been insulated from the situation there. Now they interact with about 300 Venezuelan migrants a week, passing out food and water, cutting hair, and baptizing them in an inflatable pool.

In this valley of dry bones, Miranda has seen the gospel take on flesh. His church would be unrecognizable to someone who knew it only before 2016. If the first 10 years of his pastoring were like B-roll, the past seven years of ministry at the border were like “an action film,” Miranda said. “Before, we had a small vision. Now we have a great vision.”

Since the 1970s, a paradigm shift has been taking place in the evangelical concept of mission. In general, evangelicals—even if they disagree on the particulars—have largely embraced the idea that because God reigns over all of creation, mission should also be holistic, addressing both soul and body.

This idea of holistic mission, often called “integral mission,” is the raison d’être of well-known mission and aid relief organizations such as the Lausanne Movement, World Vision, Tearfund, and Compassion International. “These ideas have tremendous influence on how evangelicals today think about themselves, think about their neighbors, and think about their role in the world,” said David Kirkpatrick, a historian who wrote about the legacy of integral mission in his book A Gospel for the Poor.

Less known is that much of this thinking originated in Latin America. The term integral mission, or misión integral, employs the Spanish word for “comprehensive” or “whole” and was coined by Ecuadorian theologian C. René Padilla. He argued that evangelism and social responsibility are “inseparable” and “essential” to the Christian mission, like “the right wing and left wing of a plane”—a phrase he coined that’s often attributed to John Stott.

The goal of misión integral, in Padilla’s words, is not numbers or wealth or power: “Its purpose is to incarnate the values of the Kingdom of God and to witness to the love and the justice revealed in Jesus Christ, by the power of the Spirit, for the transformation of human life in all its dimensions, both on the individual level and the community level.”

Padilla, who died in 2021, came of age as a migrant in Colombia. In 1935, when he was two, his family moved there seeking work. As evangelicals in a majority-Catholic region, Padilla and his family became part of a persecuted religious minority, escaping fire bombings and assassination attempts as his parents tried to evangelize and plant churches in Colombia. That upbringing shaped Padilla’s theology as a student at Wheaton College and when he returned to Cold War Latin America, which had become a cyclone of civil unrest and poverty. People were crying out for justice. What guidance did the church have for them?

At the time, a revolutionary spirit was sweeping across Latin America—Fidel Castro overthrew the Cuban government in 1959, just as Padilla was finishing a master’s degree. Out of this context emerged liberation theology, largely from Catholic circles. Left-wing activism and literature proliferated after bishops at the 1968 Latin American Bishops’ Conference in Medellín, Colombia, issued a document proclaiming the church’s “preferential option for the poor.”

While college students around him searched for justice and purpose in Marxism and liberation theology, Padilla searched Christian bookstores and libraries in Latin America for biblical answers. But he could find only poorly translated, irrelevant pieces from mostly North American sources.

“The only theology we are acquainted with is that which we have inherited from a reflection foreign to our own situation—a collection of concepts little related to the questions that our own world poses to the Christian life,” Padilla wrote in a 1974 essay for CT. In a 1972 letter to theologian and CT founding editor Carl Henry, Padilla wrote, “Young people [ask] questions regarding the Christian attitude towards a Marxist regime, while the pastors [discuss] the length of the skirts that girls are wearing in church. A social ethic—we have none.”

Padilla warned that despite reports of the phenomenal growth of Protestantism in Latin America, second- and third-generation Christians might leave the church when “they begin to consider their responsibility in the face of social injustice, find themselves unable to answer the arguments of their Marxist friends and either compromise with Marxism, or take flight into an individualistic Christianity marked by political conservatism.”

His warnings from nearly 50 years ago were prescient, and not just for Latin America. Church attendance among younger generations is declining worldwide, from the United States to South Korea to Kenya, accompanied by heightened awareness of the world’s injustices. Padilla insisted that a practical, theological response to the “concrete situation” of society is “an essential part of the life and mission of the Church.”

Without it, the church would falter and crash, like a plane with one wing.

Migration and displacement are perhaps the most universal concrete situations testing societies today. For the first time in recorded history, more than 100 million people have been displaced by conflict and economic crises. Immigration is fracturing politics across North America and Europe. And nations are being warned to prepare for a “century of upheaval,” in the words of British journalist Gaia Vince, as climate change triggers new mass migrations.

Colombia is the epicenter of what the United Nations calls “an unprecedented movement through the Americas.” The UN refugee agency’s operating budget for Colombia is its largest in the region, at $124.8 million. The Americas host 20 percent of the world’s displaced people, and about half of those are in Colombia.

Colombia has received more than 2.4 million migrants from neighboring Venezuela and has granted temporary protection status to about 1.8 million of them. With its porous borders, Colombia is also a channel for hundreds of thousands of people from as far away as China and Nepal, who pass through on their way to attempt the Darién Gap, a thick jungle barrier between Colombia and Panama. Roughly 250,000 migrants crossed into Panama through the Darién Gap in 2022 alone—double the previous year’s figure. The UN expects as many as 400,000 this year.

All this is happening in a country that’s confounded by its own domestic migration crisis. Colombia has the second largest number of internally displaced people (IDPs) in the world—more than 6.7 million since 1985. Last year alone, almost 69,000 people were displaced, mostly due to violence and threats from armed groups.

For many Christians in Colombia, migration and displacement are not distant humanitarian problems. They define ministry there.

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“We remember that we have suffered, and that helps in the way we respond,” said Daniel Bravo, director of Fundación Doulos, a nonprofit that connects churches doing grassroots holistic work among migrants in Colombia and Latin America.

Bravo grew up as a pastor’s kid watching his parents serve IDPs. Holistic mission was a natural part of his parents’ ministry; it wasn’t until high school that Bravo read about misión integral. Padilla’s writings gave him the language to define a theology that he already lived and breathed. He has found the same in most churches he works with: “Many people are doing integral mission without even knowing about the term.”

By and large, those churches are also small, underresourced, and rural.

In San Juan de Urabá, a rural coastal town by the Caribbean Sea, I visited a church that’s currently helping the 2,000 Venezuelan migrants who have settled there. Centro de Restauración Príncipe de Paz is a congregation of about two dozen people who are mostly IDPs. People call it “the church with no walls,” for its open-air building and wide-open arms for sojourners.

Pastor Jose Higinio Licona said helping migrants is instinctive, “Claro que sí.” How could they not? “We are all IDPs,” Licona said. “It’s just a natural thing from our heart. We know what it’s like to be displaced.”

In 1992, a group of about 50 Christian IDPs were trapped in a war zone between guerilla and paramilitary fighters near Licona’s town. Licona begged his municipal authorities for help, but “they said bringing a lot of people to our town would cause a sanitary problem,” Licona recalled. So he and his father used their own money to hire a truck to pick up the group and bring them to San Juan de Urabá—and that’s how he began his ministry as a pastor. “I didn’t start by preaching, but by helping others.”

Licona himself fled violent guerilla groups in his hometown of Mulatico, in northwestern Colombia, in 1984. Forty years later, he still weeps when he talks about the mutilated bodies that dogs and birds picked apart and the gnawing hunger that kept him up at night.

Licona’s family owned more than six acres of farmland, where they milked cows and grew yucca and corn. When strangers in green uniforms started appearing around town, people shut themselves in their houses. One evening, when Licona returned home from church, dozens of uniformed men with guns were waiting at his house, sipping his wife’s lemonade. They invited him to join their forces.

He decided it was time to leave. Licona and his family fled with little but a few cows, which they later sold. Licona remembers climbing a guava tree and throwing fruit to his wife—their only food for the day. They never got their land back.

Almost everyone in Licona’s church has similar stories of loss and grief. So when Venezuelan migrants started showing up in their small town about three years ago, congregants rolled up their sleeves. They butchered two cows and harvested 1,000 pounds of yucca. They helped migrants pay rent and apply for temporary protection status. They hosted special dinners with home-cooked Venezuelan dishes. They offered counseling and a shoulder to cry on. They gave from what little they had.

For some Venezuelan migrants, this church was their only source of help. Marialejandra Perez told me she was pregnant and had a two-year-old when she arrived in San Juan. When the pandemic hit, her husband lost his job. They might have starved, she said, if the church hadn’t helped her family lease a small plot of land to farm.

Magrey Vielma told me she was displaced twice—first from Venezuela, then from a small town in Colombia where armed groups were fighting. When she came to San Juan, the church helped her get diapers, hot meals, and blankets.

While many Venezuelan migrants travel to other countries such as the United States for better opportunities, one woman told me she never considered that option: “Colombia has been good to us.”

Yuleimar del Carmen Peña, a Venezuelan migrant who has lived in San Juan for two years, told me Licona’s church helped pay for her bus ticket to San Juan. The pastor greeted her at the bus station with a smile. “I am the testimony of what God is doing here,” Peña said as she quoted Matthew 25 word for word. “We can see God through people like the pastor…. They are proof that God has not abandoned us.”

Not every church in Colombia has felt compelled to do migrant ministry. Licona said he tried to convince other pastors in San Juan to help, but so far he feels like his church is working alone. “Sadly, I have to say that other churches have not understood the true gospel,” he said. “They only worry about the spiritual needs of people, not their physical needs.”

In Necoclí, a remote resort town by the Gulf of Urabá, I saw the same lethargy among churches. Necoclí is one of the last stops for migrants passing north through Colombia before reaching the Darién Gap. In 2021, at the peak of the migration crisis, about 10,000 migrants—half the town’s usual population of 20,000—crowded beaches and hostels and slept under coconut trees, waiting to cross the gulf by boat and begin the 60-mile trek through the treacherous jungle that separates Colombia and Panama. The town’s power and water systems crashed, and local authorities declared the situation a “public calamity.” A few NGOs, such as the Red Cross, offered medical assistance. But otherwise, the migrants were on their own.

Necoclí has 17 evangelical churches, according to Euder Argumedo, pastor of Iglesia Cristiana Catedral de la Fe. He says his is one of only three congregations that has been helping migrants. “The local churches are apathetic. They think [the crisis] has nothing to do with them,” he said.

Some Christians in Colombia are trying to change that mentality.

The Seminario Bíblico de Colombia, in Medellín, launched its Faith and Displacement Project in 1996 to mobilize local evangelical churches to minister to IDPs in particular. Drawing on the ideas of integral mission, the program encourages local churches to utilize their own untapped resources to help IDPs thrive spiritually, socially, psychologically, politically, educationally, and economically. Six communities across the country are test-piloting the program’s curriculum.

Project director Christopher Hays said he had expected churches in the capital city of Bogotá—the ones with the best-educated congregations and proximity to resources and power—to be the most effective. Instead, these congregations were more likely to quit the program than small, poor, rural churches. Hays suspects that people in urban areas, accustomed to easier access to government resources, “expect the government to fix things,” whereas people in rural areas have learned not to wait around for outside intervention.

Migrants camp before trekking through the Darién Gap.Getty / John Moore
Migrants camp before trekking through the Darién Gap.

One immediate challenge the Faith and Displacement Project faced was getting churches to care. Despite being the birthplace of integral mission, the Latin American church has been slower to embrace it than other parts of the world, Hays said. Most evangelicals in Latin America are Pentecostals, with an American-influenced dispensational theology that emphasizes saving souls.

“The challenge is less about helping them see it is a problem,” Hays said. “It’s more about helping them to see that it is a problem the church should care about, because they have a pretty strong evangelical dualistic tendency”—that is, they downplay earthly needs. What these churches need first is a total “paradigm shift” in theology, Hays said.

But theology only goes so far. Integral mission is more than an intellectual framework. It is an incarnation of the gospel that, as modeled in Christ’s life, ministry, and death on the cross, comes at a cost.

For 10 years, Deiner Espitia pastored a church in a settlement of mostly IDPs on the outskirts of Puerto Libertador, a town in northern Colombia. Through a partnership with Compassion International, his church ran a community center that provided food, health services, and activities for 350 children about three times a week. But he saw resentment and hopelessness in the children’s parents, and he wondered what the church could do for them.

“Forced displacement generates silent mourning,” Espitia said. He would know: He was twice displaced himself when he began the church. IDPs struggle against discrimination, unemployment, cyclical poverty, family dysfunction, and deep trauma, Espitia said. Many pin their hopes on government-promised reparations. If those don’t materialize, IDPs often seem to give up on life.

“You really lose everything. You lose any desire to continue. Hope is dissipated,” Espitia said. IDPs come to church and sing worship songs and even serve, “but they serve while expecting something in exchange. They’re angry. Though they don’t really speak much about it, the first resentment is against God. And the question is always Why? Where were you?

Espitia prayed for God to reveal what the church could do for them. Then he heard about the Faith and Displacement Project. His church began offering classes in 2016.

At first, dozens of families in the community showed up, expecting handouts. But there weren’t any handouts, and many disappeared. Only about 15 families remained and followed through the entire program.

Part of the curriculum is a game called “We Can,” in which participants list their individual skills, experiences, and abilities. The game helps people identify areas where they can serve and ways they could generate income. The goal is to lift them from a spirit of defeat to one of confidence and gratitude. Participants also study the narratives of displacement in the Bible, so they can identify with characters such as Naomi and Ruth, who also faced loss and displacement.

The transformation was astonishing, Espitia said. Within eight months, families in the program had started their own businesses. Some who knew how to fish opened a fish farm. Some who once owned farms procured land and planted rice, yams, and yucca. One family started beekeeping. Another opened a small store.

“It was very speedy change,” Espitia said. “Their houses changed from plastic to bricks. It was clear that these IDPs had enormous potential. Even as their pastor, I didn’t know what they were capable of.” And they weren’t just freed from physical poverty, Espitia said. In the midst of hostility and loneliness, families found “hope that yes, we can flourish.”

Then, in 2019, Espitia was displaced for the third time.

The first time, he was 10. Guerilla groups murdered his grandparents, uncles, and cousins and kidnapped his father.

The second time he was displaced, Espitia was a 24-year-old store owner. Paramilitary groups tried to extort his business. A neighboring business owner refused to pay them, and they shot him at Espitia’s doorstep. So Espitia fled with his wife and three children.

The third time, however, was the most agonizing.

Espitia’s ministry with IDPs was finally blooming. His wife had found a job as an auxiliary nurse. They were building their dream house. And then he reported a man in the community for sexually abusing a minor. Espitia received death threats. The accused man’s brother, a member of a paramilitary group, sent someone on a motorcycle to threaten Espitia’s children at school with a gun. Espitia could not, in good conscience, withdraw the charge. So, once again, his family fled, leaving behind their church, a half-finished home, and his wife’s new job.

Friends invited the family to stay at the seminary in Medellín. There, for the first time, Espitia was forced to take a break—one that has lasted years. He had been counseling other IDPs through their grief and resentment. Finally he realized he hadn’t fully processed his own. “My heart was full of anger against God,” he said.

After four years, he and his wife are still wrestling with God to find meaning in their struggle. “We were doing so many things for the Lord, for his kingdom,” Espitia said. “Just as we were starting to sing, God closed our mouths.” His three children, now ages 18, 21, and 23, have also struggled to make sense of their faith.

When I met Espitia at the seminary, he was a student there, one semester away from graduating. At the time, he was working on his dissertation about what churches can do for IDPs—not just for those who have settled into communities, but for those who have recently been displaced. What would it look like for these people, too, to truly flourish?

This time, he was asking not just as a pastor. He was asking as himself.

He’s no longer a hero saving others in the relative comfort of his own ministry. Espitia’s relationship with God has changed. So have his relationships with his wife and children.

So has his mission. It’s more rooted now in his vulnerability and in the person of Christ. Espitia is living out his own subject matter—incarnating it. He has a more holistic understanding of what it means to let the gospel transform human life in all its dimensions and what it looks like to, as he describes it, “flourish in the midst of the desert.”

If Mauricio Miranda, the pastor of the border church in Cúcuta, was comfortable seven years ago, nobody in his church is comfortable now.

Everywhere around Iglesia para la Frontera is chaos. At the front door, people curl up on cardboard mattresses. A block away, motorcycles honk and taxis screech as they cross the bridge—now reopened to vehicle traffic—while young men and women rap on car windows offering manual labor and sex for cash. Armed guerillas and other criminal groups patrol the border and watch the church (it has been robbed multiple times).

When the pandemic hit, the Colombian economy tanked and many Colombians lost their jobs. It was the worst time for a nation to be dealing with millions of migrants streaming across the border.

Miranda used his own money to purchase food and drinks when the church first began handing them out in October 2016. Then church members began chipping in. Then a bakery donated bread, and another store added one box of beverages for every box Miranda bought. A couple from San Antonio helped raise funds to buy the warehouse that became Iglesia para la Frontera.

But Iglesia para la Frontera is more than just a church building—it is a food distribution center, a microenterprise, a school, a medical clinic, and a party hall for quinceañeras. American dollars helped purchase sewing machines to start a sewing and shoemaking enterprise for Venezuelan women. A church in Houston sponsors an education and food program for 80 Venezuelan children who are unable to attend school.

Operation Blessing brought medical teams to treat sick Venezuelan migrants and, after the teams sweated buckets in the poorly ventilated warehouse, the organization helped install air conditioning.

“They installed it within two weeks of us opening the border church,” Miranda said, laughing. “When we were in downtown Cúcuta, it took us 10 years to install an AC unit there. And at this church, it took us two weeks!”

At first, Miranda kept both the downtown and the border buildings open. But in 2019, the downtown church permanently relocated to the border. Five families—almost half the congregation—left the church in protest. (They eventually came back.)

In the past seven years, Miranda estimates, his church has served more than 70,000 Venezuelan migrants.

Photo-illustration by Mitchell McCleary / Source: Ferley Ospina for Christianity Today

One of them is Emily, an 18-year-old whom Mauricio and Isabelina Miranda met when she was homeless and sleeping under a tree. Emily was 14 then, thin from malnutrition and caked with dirt. Her mother sold drugs in Venezuela, and an older sister worked as a prostitute in Colombia. The church took her in. When Emily turned 15, Isabelina organized a quinceañera for her, dressing her in a new gown and shoes.

That was the church’s first quinceañera for a migrant girl. Since then, it has celebrated 25 more.

Now Emily is a teacher at the church’s school and the lead singer on the church worship team. You would never know she is painfully shy if you only saw her on stage. She raises her hands and pounds her chest as she worships. She hops and dances and shouts, and her thick curls bounce around her face. If you hear loud, joyful singing at the Simón Bolívar bridge, it’s most likely Emily.

And the young people at Iglesia para la Frontera—the type René Padilla feared the church could lose when he was forging his ideas about misión integral half a century ago—are witness to it all. Diana Martínez, an 18-year-old college student, remembers those early years at the downtown Cúcuta church. She was only about 10 when her father joined Miranda in lugging bread and water to the border crossing.

Over the years, she’s watched people enter the church looking like life has spit them out. She remembers one Venezuelan woman coming to church dirty, disheveled, and downtrodden. The woman collected garbage for a living. Over months and years, Martínez saw the woman transform. She started wearing makeup. She had clean clothes. She no longer needed to rummage through garbage bins to survive. Her countenance changed, too: There was hope. And joy.

“That impacts my faith,” Martínez said. “You see people transform here. I see with my own eyes how God can transform lives when we open our hearts to him, and so I can certainly say that, yes, God does transform lives.”

Her pastor doesn’t need to worry about this college student abandoning her faith or her church, this place where she sees miracles.

“Why would I?” Martínez said. “I want to stay in this church until Jesus comes back.”

Sophia Lee is global staff writer for CT.

Looking for a Detox for Unhealthy Masculinity

And other responses to our July/August issue.

Abigail Erickson

It’s time to change the way we talk and think about male sexuality,” writes Zachary Wagner in the Speaking Out section of our July/August issue. The church, Wagner argues, hasn’t done its part to set boys up for success. Purity culture has too often cast men as “sexual animals,” rather than offering Jesus as an example of gentle self-control and godly maturity.

Wagner’s reflection—based on his book Non-Toxic Masculinity: Recovering Healthy Male Sexuality—joins a conversation that’s been taking place inside and outside Christian circles this year. Richard Reeves’s book Of Boys and Men and Christine Emba’s Washington Post column “Men are lost. Here’s a map out of the wilderness” are among the attempts to diagnose why men are struggling—in school, in the workplace, in families—and what can be done to help. Commenters on CT’s social media pages found Wagner’s vision of Christ-centered masculinity encouraging. “Thank you for putting Jesus as the highest example instead of politics or helpful debate,” wrote one woman.

Though a few said the article either went too far in support of “the feminist movement” or didn’t go far enough in “deconstructing the patriarchy,” and others wished Wagner had offered more concrete advice, many of those who commented found his take, in their words, “refreshing,” “timely,” and deserving of an “AMEN.”

Kate Lucky senior editor, audience engagement

Nondenominational Churches Are Growing and Multiplying in DC

Very few persons under the age of 60 or 65 are interested in or even know of anything related to a “denomination.” There’s a majority of youth that have no clue what a “church” is or even care. So these writings appear to be more of a traditional understanding of Christianity, even if they call themselves “nondenominational.”

David Traverzo Houston, TX

I was taken aback by comments in the article by Daniel Silliman. He states conservative nondenominational churches “teach that the gospel is political, but not partisan.” And a little further he quotes pastor Tonetta Landis-Aina as saying the same thing. To me, those statements are treading on dangerous ground and possibly giving tacit approval for actions and motivations that can easily cross the line into partisanship, whether one is liberal or conservative. Of course Jesus cares that we look out for the disadvantaged, but I would never characterize the gospel as being political!

Carol Ball Encinitas, CA

A denominational Christian like me (Presbyterian Church in Ireland) needs to consider carefully the blessings of not carrying denominational baggage. But what about accountability? There are structures in denominations to call to account a leader who goes rogue. I am disappointed that the article did not address this crucial issue.

John Faris Bangor, Ireland

Is God Pleased by Our Worship?

M. Daniel Carroll R. gets much right about the hollowed-out worship I believe many believers feel today. This is a well-timed article that names and brings to light a serious problem in the body of Christ. Sometimes our worship can and has led us further from God himself, and this article does get to the heart of our need to be confronted by the idea that we must be careful not to worship false gods.

At the same time, I felt uneasiness with his message about social justice being the center of our worship. My wife and I have led life-giving, Christ-centered drug and alcohol programs as Salvation Army officers that left men and families changed and engaged in Spirit-led churches. The writer is careful to distinguish between politicized social justice and godless humanist programs. However, I have run up against social justice advocates around the world and in our own country that hated Christ-centered programs and made it difficult in their spheres of influence.

John Greholver Hastings, MN

The church has gone so far from practices of humility, service, and truth that my soul has suffered. I feel sickened when attending church services that are not worshiping with humility. It is not easy to gather together without the distractions of entertainment and politics of government. CT really helps me be encouraged that God’s people are interspersed in the population and glad to serve by calling out the sin that seems to be destroying the calling of the church.

Sharon Hilderbrant Littleton, CO

I Loved Studying Math. I Needed God to Show Me Why.

I too was a physics and math major and came to the same conclusions as he did about the reality and influence of mathematical truths. I like the variety among the people highlighted in the testimony column each month. A testimony need not be dramatic to be valid and to bring glory to God.

Bill Dean Carmichael, CA

Behind the Scenes

Generations After Slavery, Georgia Neighbors Find Freedom and Repair in Christ

Our July/August cover story actually started as an online movie review. I learned that some Berry College professors were involved in a documentary called Her Name Was Hester. Journalist Melissa Morgan Kelley couldn’t make it to the movie showing, but she drove from her home in Atlanta to northeast Georgia to meet the subjects for herself. As soon as she recounted the conversations from her visit with these neighbors brought together by their shared faith and surprising history, I knew we had to make it a bigger feature story.

Kate Shellnutt editorial director, news

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