From the darkness of death to the eternal light of life
The same reason I loved coaching tee-ball was the same reason I quit baseball: win at all costs, no joy, no fun. This poem is a confession that I need Jesus — the same Son of Man who said, “Let the little children come to me.” We must be like them, He said. Not because we are innocent like children, but because we are helpless and in need.
Sitting in a room surround by peers?An ArtistA lawyerA MissionaryA PreacherA Former PreacherA Lifelong believer twice the years of a lowly peer. Write, speak, read aloud are the orders.Don’t be shy, you’re amongst peers. But how? Surely nothing said by the lowly peerwill amount to a revolutionary heart renovation.Not to the level of these prestigious... Continue Reading →
The Battle and the Plea There comes a point in the battle when it seems someone has decided to pause all that has transpired. While those left standing remain, the smoke slowly rises, twisting upward until it vanishes into the sky. Only as the smoke dissipates can the warmth and light of the sun finally... Continue Reading →
A Light Beyond Ourselves Ships navigate safely to shore in the dark of night by the guidance of light—a light not of themselves, but far off. It shines from a distance, racing quickly across the water’s surface, climbing the bow of the ship, scurrying up the mast, illuminating the sails, before finally coming to rest... Continue Reading →
Part 3: The Eternal Embrace In Part One of this series, you were invited to explore my personal grief. In Part Two, we reflected on the world’s grief—how it clings to false feelings of forever. Now, we turn to God’s grief. Why is Jesus called the God who weeps? And how can the One who... Continue Reading →
Part 2: False Feelings of Forever Last week, I shared my own struggles with grief—how Jesus met me, strengthened me, and used me through it. This week, I want to take a closer look at what grief really is and what it stirs in us. In time, we’ll see that grief can actually be good—but... Continue Reading →
Part 1: The Safe Sound of Silence Never talk politics at the dinner table so we don't make people uncomfortable. The older I get, the statement seems to ring more true. My nature is non-confrontational. Maybe society has programmed people—myself included—to behave this way? Schools and businesses supply a list of dos and don’ts. You've... Continue Reading →
The world needs more sailboats. The image of a sailboat gliding effortlessly across the open sea reminds us of a simpler time. The sight of the sail expanding evokes life, as if it were inhaling the ocean breeze. The flag atop the sailboat's tall wooden mast flaps in the salted sea wind, as it appears... Continue Reading →
Have you ever met a steamroller? Not the construction vehicle you see sitting idly by on the side of the road - while your state tax funded construction crew seems to also sit idly by. No, the steamroller personality. Greg Koukl in his book Tactics describes this person as someone who bombards and interrupts you.... Continue Reading →
Lit Lamp For The Soul 