Author Scot Loyd

Yesterday, I shared some reflections on the passing of evangelist Lee Stoneking and my experiences as a young Bible college student in Stockton, California.

I awoke this morning to read the news that evangelist Lee Stoneking had passed away.

This morning I turned on the news while getting ready to head into work and watched part of the memorial ceremony at Ground Zero.

What if Donald Trump is the last white American president?

I remember when our conflict with Iran first came into my consciousness.

A few years ago, I was serving as a communication professor at a private Christian university in the Midwest.

I haven’t been a pastor for years, but apparently nobody told my face, my voice, or whatever other signals I continue to send into the world.

Some of my earliest memories of Dolly Parton probably came through a television I technically wasn’t supposed to be watching.

Tuesdays sometimes feel like Thursdays to me, for some reason I’ve never quite been able to explain.

One of the strange things about changing your mind is discovering how many people need an explanation for why you did.

I still remember the day clearly when David Barton was invited to give the commencement address at the small Christian college where I taught in Louisiana.

I recently wrote a sentence that I knew would make some religious folks uncomfortable: “The God I serve doesn’t draw lines.

Growing up Pentecostal was, in retrospect, a somewhat confusing experience when it came to the body.