If one were to take a poll of the heartfelt desires of those who follow Jesus, then one could be fairly sure that his reappearing would get the highest count.

Police assaulting a Christadelphian Sunday school student, Sunday school teachers fighting police brutality, the racial integration of our ecclesias, Christadelphians participating in the Civil Rights movement—these are all part of our collective history. Do we, as Christadelphians, know this? Should we know?

We as Christadelphians are not alone in our belief regarding not participating in the governments of this world, neither historically or in this day and age.

I grew up in the 1930’s in Southern California, in a Christadelphian family and in a Christadelphian Sunday School. I am going to draw from my personal memory, which may not be totally accurate, but it is what I remember. 

We are living in politically polarizing times. A critical time, for the world, and for our community. The media has become politically polarizing, and agenda driven. The world is bombarded with...

"Autopsy of a Deceased Church": It’s just a little book — only 96 small pages. You can read it in one sitting. But it has an extra-large message. Churches in America are dying, losing members and closing their doors. Why? Is there a set of common characteristics of these dying institutions?

The “Black Lives Matter” movement claims that a nationwide social injustice by race exists, i.e. that people of color are more likely to be killed at the hands of America’s law enforcement officers than those who are white. Examination of the facts justifies this claim.

I recently went for a walk just to look at my local churches. I suggest you do this too and notice which ones make you feel like walking in. Imagine you are at a crisis point in your life and you’re feeling vulnerable. Which church would you choose? Which one looks best to visit if you are lonely?

For me, the journey started at the end of a long, boring day sitting in the court’s waiting room with 300 other potential jurors. I had read all of the books and magazines that I could, and I was ready to go home. It was almost 5:00 pm on a Friday, and I had been sitting there since 9:00 a.m.