Turning on the Lights on Sin
Darkness enveloped the room as tears slid down my cheeks. I was no more than seven, though the decades since have fuzzied the edges of the memory. I do remember the fear that covered my body as I watched the shadows creep across my bedroom wall. The dark shape inched...
Why We Don’t Want a Modern Bible
We all want the Bible to reach the most people, right? We want its words to extend into the 21st century so people may see the light of God’s salvation and the glory of his character. But sometimes, in this effort to “meet people where they are” we can actually hinder...
Finding Fellowship in the Local Body
Sometimes we believe discipleship within the local body of Christ must involve weekly meet-ups over cups of coffee and a Bible study. Yet not only is this a fabricated requirement of fellowship, for many seasons of life, it's not even possible. I was so glad to be...
You’re Not Waiting Alone
Though we tire of waiting for our hope, we’re not alone.
Walking Ebenezers
Sometimes the Ebenezers in our lives walk on two legs.
The Linchpin for Victory
My family and I tottered across the uneven rock path. Stone walls hemmed us in on both sides, as we passed through the tunnel towards the sun peeking out at the other end. As the darkness gave way, our field of view grew wider to reveal the vista before us. An open...
But Joy Comes With the Morning
I stared up at the top of our small tent. Bedtime was hours ago, but my eyes had yet to succumb to the darkness. An inflatable mattress pad squeaked next to me, joined by another, then another. The symphony of squeaks repeated every five minutes as my three children...
Lifetimes in Landscapes
His wide gait pulled him across the threshold and into the room bathed in soft blues and yellows filtering through the stained glass window. Quietly, he shuffled towards a back seat. He grew up in the foothills of the forest. Where the horizon disappeared behind the...
Thirteen Years of Coming Back
I met him raking leaves my freshman year. We spent the afternoon tagging along with a married couple from church; he climbing into the husband’s truck, I, following after the wife. I often wish I could find them and show them the future that grew from that ordinary...
Two Truths for Deep Suffering
Sometimes silence is the hardest part. When those tears stream onto the pillowcase and you quietly beg God to take away the pain, but he doesn’t. When you throw in another load of laundry and your heavy heart asks him one more time for the request that has remained...
