“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
Have you met Micah? Rather obscure character and rarely noticed. No last name. Seven chapters long. I’ve not much more than met the guy. See, Micah is not my friend. But I wish he were. And one day, I hope he will be. Oh, I’ve spent a good deal of time with Paul. And Mark. … More Meet My Friend, Micah
He saw people that looked like trees . . . and he was like a corpse. Not the same guy, and not in the same day. But get this. The one guy sees people and says, “They look like trees.” And about a chapter later, another guy is so suddenly stunned and still, everybody thinks … More Like a Glorious Explosion
If Isaiah were a blogger, would you subscribe? You know . . . Isaiah. Psalms, Proverbs, Ecclesiastes, Song of Solomon, Isaiah. I mean, I wouldn’t. I’ve spent the last three years reading and studying the Book of Isaiah. And I’m only halfway there. That. book. is. a. struggle. And I think to myself . . . … More Please Read Isaiah’s Boring Blog
Journey of the Word 