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My Burnside Writers Essays

Toward the end of Donald Miller's "Blue Like Jazz", the author mentions Burnside Writers Collective, a website he created with friends, in order to create a web presence for aspiring young Christian writers who tend to be a little Left of Center.

While I am neither young nor left of center, I have been privileged to have some of my writing published at BWC. Here's a list:

How God Will Use Unimpressive People 

The Tenth Anniversary of 9/11

Book Review: Billy Coffey's "When Mockingbirds Sing"

God Expresses His Love For Me and Offers to Heal the Wounds of Fatherlessness

Why I Voted For Mitt Romney

The Value Of the Hurts In Our Lives

My Disagreement with Springsteen's "Glory Days"

A Lesson I Learned From Little League


In addition to those, I have participated in Cross Talk, a series of  discussions in which Emily Timbol (Reaves) and I have talked out our disagreements on important theological/political topics:

When Is It OK To Use the Word "Homophobia"?

The Obama-Romney Town Hall Debate

President Obama's Use of Executive Orders: Did He Overstep His Bounds?

Let's Talk About Sex, and Abstinence-Based Sermons

Freedom of Religion and Government-Mandated Birth Control



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