“Level with me, Do these pants make me look fat?” “Level with me. Am I going to lose this job?” “Level with me, do you still love me?” “Level with me, doctor, how much time do I have left?” We use the phrase “level with me” when we want to know the truth about our future, but we are afraid to ask.

“Meredith, who do you want to be? Do you want to be the Innkeeper’s Daughter? Or how about a Wise girl? You can be anybody you want.”

Losing Control of Your Cursor I have several friends right now who are struggling with unexpected illnesses or accidents. One has a chronic debilitating disease. Another was mowing an elderly neighbor’s lawn and fell, fracturing her ankle, an injury that has required multiple surgeries. I’m sure they hate losing control. We all hate situations that [...]

November 23, 2010 I’ve been at a conference for the past five days. It was a combined meeting of the Academy of Homiletics and the Society of Biblical Literature held in Atlanta. I’m suffering from meeting withdrawal. I miss wearing my name badge and walking back and forth across the skybridge between hotels 30 times [...]