If I’m honest, I have mixed feelings about the return of Christ. I want him to come soon because I just can’t handle my chronic pain, the brokenness of my counselees, the ever-present evil and power of sin, the absence of truth and righteousness in myself, my family, the church, the world. It’s just so … More I Want Jesus to Return . . . But I Don’t
“There are no words.” If I’ve read it once, I’ve read it a thousand times in the comments of those grieving in recent days. When an entire church of families and children is wiped out by persistent gunshots, it feels pointless to say anything. When a man is shot and killed in front of his … More When There Are No Words
I cringe and enter full-on panic mode when I hear the dreaded words: “Will you lead us in prayer?” “No!” my insides say, “Please no! I just won’t know what to say, and it’s going to sound just ridiculous, and I’m going to just look like a fool who just can’t form complete sentences and … More Please Don’t Ask Me To Pray
If I had a few unexpected hours of free time in my day, where would I go? To a cemetery. Here are three reasons why: Death has meaning. Perhaps it’s because my grandfather has worked as a gravedigger my whole life, but cemeteries have always been, to me, intriguing lands of story and adventure. And … More Why I Love Cemeteries
He despised The Way, and he went on his way. It can’t get more ironic than that. Until that moment when . . . See, this man knew The Way, because he knew people who belonged to it. But he hated them and threatened to murder them, not knowing that death wouldn’t disrupt their way … More He Went On His Way
If a “quiet time” is time spent in quiet, and a “Word time” is time spent in the Word . . . How’s your “Word time”?? Is it like . . . A road sign: Catch a glimpse of it on your way to something else A wall hanging: Conveniently framed above your kitchen sink . … More Is Your Word Time Like . . .
I see it in the man who guns down more than fifty in a matter of moments. I see it in the church leader who chooses someone other than his wife. I see it in the habits and choices and purchases and selfies, and if I could see thoughts, I’d see it there, too. I … More Whatever Overcomes A Person