It feels like we have been kicked around, tied up and taken away, held for ransom. But you don’t have to live in it anymore.
This Mortal Coil
This ain’t our first rodeo. The ride will end. We will overcome and there will be celebration. Count on it.
A few thoughts on the pandemic
At my house we call it Schrodinger’s plague; we have no idea what’s going to be there when we look in the box.
Grandpa’s Last Sermon
A few years ago my Grandpa Elam passed away. Grandpa was an interesting and inspiring guy. First off, he wasn’t a blood relative. He took my dad… Read more “Grandpa’s Last Sermon”
The God narrative leads you by whisper and hand up a narrow path to stand on a ledge in the face of storms and earthquakes and mobs.
The Whisper is a little bit crazy.
He builds empires of laughter from the tearful ruins of failure.
I wonder sometimes if all the talking and moralizing makes us feel like we have accomplished something so we can ignore the Voice in the night.
Field Guide to Real Christians: The Rarest of Birds
A few quick field notes for my friends on spotting “real Christians” in the wild. 1. Real Christians can be identified, according to the field guide, by… Read more “Field Guide to Real Christians: The Rarest of Birds”
Medals and Trophies
The only measure of achievement worth anything at all is how we have loved. If we have loved well, then lives change in our wake, even our own. If we have loved well, then we will have made an indelible mark on the lives we have touched. If we have loved well, we have succeeded.
Here’s the thing, when we suffer loss, we turn inward. It’s necessary. We self-protect. But we don’t have to stay there! We can get up and move on!