Joel Belz

Joel is WORLD's founder. He contributes regular commentary for WORLD Magazine and WORLD Radio. Joel has served as editor, publisher, and CEO over three decades at WORLD and is the author of Consider These Things. Joel resides with his wife, Carol, near Asheville, N.C.

E plurimis fragmentis, unum

| And while we're speaking in tongues, this too: Soli Deo gloria!
by Joel Belz
Posted 7/20/96, 12:00 am

In spite of everything you wish for this great country of ours, where huge (if sometimes disproportionate) doses of freedom, prosperity, and biblical morality once shaped a society, maybe the very best thing now is simply to let the United States hurry toward the smashup that seems so imminent. Maybe, as Israel discovered time and time again, America needs devastation far more than it needs restoration.

For God's idea of wholeness is so very different from ours.

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Blood-stilling silence

| Intercessors for persecuted Christians are going where no candidate dares to go
by Joel Belz
Posted 7/06/96, 12:00 am

If you haven't already marked Sunday, September 29, on your calendar, do it now.

The date is especially important in this election year, for on September 29, evangelical Christians throughout the United States will be focusing their thoughts and prayers on fellow believers in other parts of the world who are being persecuted for their faith. As they seek ways to alleviate that persecution-which hundreds of times this year alone will result in death for Christians-the political process in the United States will be part of the equation.

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Paper, please, not plastic

| A mix of selfishness and love threatens our health and credit ratings
by Joel Belz
Posted 6/22/96, 12:00 am

It's funny how the little things in life are so full of big lessons. Like my little bit of forgetfulness three months ago that let the bag boy at the supermarket pack my groceries in plastic rather than the customary paper. And the little bit of stupidity that prompted me to loop too many heavy bags over my fingers as I carried the groceries from the car to the kitchen. And then the odd little crook in the pinkie on my left hand.

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