I come from a long line of “girl bosses.” My maternal great-grandmother was an accountant for a string of concentration camps in Siberia—the coldest habitable place on earth. She would drive a troika (a horse-drawn sleigh) across the tundra with her toddler—my grandfather, born in one of those camps—bundled in furs, to balance the books at each outpost. She was highly educated in a time when women of her station rarely were. My grandmother worked as a secretary for a high-ranking military...

A Biblical Response to Common Arguments In today’s culture, many claim that faithful Christians can affirm LGBTQ+ identities without...