Romans 8:28 has been mistranslated. It should not be used as a platitude to mollify someone who is suffering.

Romans 8:28 should be rendered, "God works all things together with those who love him". N.T. Wright says Romans 8:28 has often been mistranslated. And it's silly to use it as a platitude to mollify those who are suffering.

We will all be judged for our deeds, so let us keep on planting seeds of truth.

Despite all the things which blight most of the seeds we plant, we keep on planting seeds. We will all be judged for our deeds, so let us keep on planting seeds even if the orchard never grows or produces any fruit that we can see.

Augustine believed that Christ says to women, “In so far as your husband behaves badly, don’t regard him as your head, but me.”

In so far as your husband behaves badly, don't regard him as your head, but Christ. Don't imitate your husband's wrongful behaviour, don't behave badly yourself, but let him imitate you in behaving well. If only he would!

Barbara Roberts shares her personal experience of domestic abuse and how she identified biblical grounds for divorce for abuse.

  I've just found an audio interview I gave in 2011. I have never shared this interview at this blog before. That illustrates how muddle-headed I can sometimes be. Too many balls in the air…I lose track. And over the years, moving from a Microsoft computer, to an Apple laptop, to a newer model Apple… Continue reading Barbara Roberts shares her personal experience of domestic abuse and how she identified biblical grounds for divorce for abuse.

Love your enemies. What does this mean? How is it to be applied?

Jesus told us to love our enemies. What does this mean? How is it to be applied? How do you define 'enemy'? Should we let our enemies live with us? Should we let enemies be part of our church communities? How does blessed are you when you are persecuted for righteousness sake relate to all this?

Josephine Butler – a nineteenth century Christian who advocated for the oppressed and outcast

There is a weak and prostrate figure lying at our door. Her hands are on the threshold, flung forward in mute appeal. On one side of the door are the powers of hell. On the other side, in their safe dwelling place, the selfish sleepers to whom the pale cold hands appeal in vain.