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
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
Apparently I’m weird because I’m drawn to stories of suffering. Authentic accounts of men and women of God who endured – these are the books and movies I’ll gladly choose to fill my time. There’s just something about real people experiencing loss, finding no relief, or giving up their lives that makes me want to … More When Hope Fails
I live less than two miles from “Halloween Street.” Named the 9th Halloween neighborhood display in the country. Number one in my city. Almost every yard is loaded with an elaborate, overly gruesome display. For a good six weeks or so, I drive past guillotines, zombies, and hanging bodies, and find myself to be quite distracted. Not … More Resist or Redeem: The Power of Halloween Street
Journey of the Word 