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”
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.
The Obligatory…..pt. 2
But lately, they had grown together like two trees that occupied the same place in the woods for so long that they entwined and you could no longer tell where one ended and the other began.
But if to fall, to fall with and into grace, for in the freedom of grace, falling and flying are the same;
i am (a few thoughts on Binary Faith)
What begins with choice ends with choice. I am the problem, but as I choose ‘yes’ or ‘no’ I ultimately move forward in my spiritual life, away from my fractured beginnings and towards the Light.
Pursuit of Dog
We, by nature, are prone to wander. We run hard after whatever we see just beyond our reach that we are sure will make us happy, and then we are lost. We find ourselves on an unknown street fighting for our very lives and living in perpetual fear.
Reasons for Faith: The Empty Hand
Anyone who seeks truth in any matter must endeavor to drop their luggage at the front door of the temple, otherwise the journey will be in vain.
Of Dark Nights and Bright Mornings
It is possible to be obedient to God and to disconnect from Him emotionally. I relied on Him for guidance, but not for strength. I knew He loved me, but my returned passion was restrained.
Marriage: The One?
Married folks, tomorrow morning when you first look at your spouse, lying asleep or preparing for the day, choose. Say, “I choose you today,” because that’s what counts and that’s what brings beauty to marriage. Is today better or worse? I choose. I do. Is today in sickness or health? I choose. I do. Am I angry? Do I need to forgive? I choose. I do. This is why we have to say, “I love you,” so much, yesterdays words are just so much air. Tomorrows words are unsaid.
Road Songs, Perspective pt. 3
Our joy dissolves into a puddle of tears at our feet. That stupid cartoon thundercloud hovers above our head. We snap at everyone or cry at the smallest emotional stimulus. And some stupid preacher tells us that it’s a matter of perspective. Don’t you just want to shoot that guy? But wait, he is just the messenger, and that message is a truth that will see you through.