The scriptural pebbles in my shoe
“Growing up is a big job.” Our young son informed us after a hard day of learning. I get it; I feel the same way sometimes.
I’m a scholar of the ‘prosperity gospel.’ It took cancer to show me I was in its grip.
There’s a branch of Christianity that promises a direct path to the good life. It is called by many names, but most often it is nicknamed the “prosperity gospel” for its bold central claim that God will give you your heart’s desires: money in the bank, a healthy body, a thriving family, and boundless happiness.