This is hard. It is perhaps not so hard to forgive a single great injury. But to forgive the incessant provocations of daily life—to keep on forgiving the bossy mother-in-law, the bullying husband, the nagging wife, the selfish daughter, the deceitful son—how can we do it? Only, I think, by remembering where we stand,…
Twigs snap beneath my feet as I walk and I think of the constant breaking. All around us, we live the cracking wide of spirits, breaking of hearts, breaking bread-communion. All I want is to sit at your feet and time cracks its’ whip hard behind me and I startle and race through my days.…
“You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view – until you climb into his skin and walk around in it.” Atticus Finch, To Kill a Mockingbird, by Harper Lee I’m not the best person to talk about how to love others. Too many times I have sat, with…
Is anyone among you in trouble? Let them pray. Is anyone happy? Let them sing songs of praise. Is anyone among you sick? Let them call the elders of the church to pray over them and anoint them with oil in the name of the Lord. And the prayer offered in faith will make the sick…
I’m running late this morning, the kids will be up soon and I have much yet to do before they spring from their beds at 60mph and take on this day. So here we go, if your new here, here’s the deal: write for five short minutes, and leave it alone. No hard-core editing,…
Milk-white clouds hemmed in pink and silver, stacked miles high, underpinned in gray. Ribbons of blue thread in between and my mind wanders off to a place I have never been, a place where my other little boy with skin darker than mine lives in a land that’s been ravaged by war and suffering. And…
The great thing, if one can, is to stop regarding all the unpleasant things as interruptions of one’s own or real life. The truth is of course that what one call the interruptions are precisely one’s real life – the life God is sending one day by day. ~C.S. Lewis Tension rises and words turn…
If you had told me even just a short year ago that I would be running, I would have likely snorted at you and assured you that you were in fact, delusional. I have always hated running. I have always been slow. Running the mile in gym class was pure torture and I was always…
“Now as a cure for the sour, faultfinding attitude I recommend the cultivation of the habit of thankfulness. Thanksgiving has great curative power. The heart that is constantly overflowing with gratitude will be safe from those attacks of resentfulness and gloom that bother so many. A thankful heart cannot be cynical.” A.W. Tozer I am by…