I feel towards Paul Washer that particular kind of affection reserved for those godly men who, despite their weakness and frailty, were used mightily by God to preach Christ’s glorious strength, worth, and love in a world increasingly parched of all three.

A few months ago, I took up swimming. What began purely as a means of exercise soon blossomed into something of a religious experience—though not in the kooky, New Age-y way, mind you.

The Bible is many things. It is the world’s best-selling book, year after year, with no signs of waning popularity despite what culture would have us believe; it is a historical document, chronicling the creation, rebellion, and redemption of the human race; the Bible is also a book of prophecy, outlining not only that which was, but that which will surely come to pass; and, the Bible is a love letter, penned across generations and continents to an adopted people in Christ wh