2019-08-22T08:12:14-06:00

I was frozen in terror. Standing on the end of the fiberglass plank, I could feel my toes, curled in silent resistance.  I snuck a glance down into the azure water at the deep end of the pool. It was only ten feet below me, but I might as well have been diving from the volcanic cliffs of a Caribbean Island. I remember the first time I jumped off the diving board at the community pool. Not the one that all the little kids were diving from. The big one – the one that towered over the deep of the pool. The one that the high school boys jackknifed from, slicing the water. That one. I was probably no more than 11 years old. But I was old enough to feel the weight of mortality, every pore of my body dripped with the fear of splashing in the water far below. I don’t know if it was bravery or the fear of being called a chicken, but somehow, I mustered a final jolt of bravery. I closed my eyes and counted out loud. Three. Two. One. Jump! Read more

2019-08-12T11:39:16-06:00

All the theories being thrown around about white supremacy, guns, mental illness and “hate” speech are not supported by the data. And no matter what our feelings are, the facts don’t change.  This ultimately needs a spiritual solution. The problem can’t be willed or legislated or forced out of our society. It must come from within. And that’s why I was encouraged to see Oprah Winfrey weigh in with a hint of what’s really wrong. Read more

2019-07-21T22:15:06-06:00

You might not choose to go to the moon, but you can choose to go across the street, or pick up the phone, or write a check – all hard things. You might not hurtle into space, but you can choose to help the needy, go on a mission trip, or start a program to help others. Life is full of hard things, and we need people – Modern Astronauts of the Heart – who will strap in, give a thumbs up and plunge into the unknown. Read more

2019-07-18T21:56:35-06:00

The worst thing is to look for blame, an oppressor, someone who caused the storm.  Some blame God.  But no one wins in the blame game and as a victim, you end up the loser.  Rather than point a finger,  start to look for the clouds to part. Even if its a single shred of sunshine, don't let you eyes look away. Hold on. Read more

2019-07-11T20:07:38-06:00

And through this process, I’m learning about life again. Winter taught me a few things. It taught me that there is a spring and a summer. And there will be a time of harvest as I find love and restoration, through the soil, sun, and seed. Read more

2019-06-17T10:17:32-06:00

limbing into bed I wondered if the hour I had put my legs up on a chair in a class had made all the difference, or maybe it was the oxygen…when I was pulled up short by a louder thought – almost a voice: “Why are you trying to explain away My blessing of answered prayer?” And I realized it really was a miraculous answer to the prayers of my friends, my church, and my prayer partner for the day. Read more

2019-06-09T10:10:43-06:00

No” carries such powerful holds on our lives. It represents a crutch of safety and a wall of comfort against the uncertain. It protects our time, money, and resources. But "no" also strips us of curiosity, discovery, and wonder. It keeps us from the experience of God's blessing. Saying “Yes” to every opportunity put in front of me has been a monumental, life-changing decision. I've discovered the joy of walking into the unknown. I’ve met people and traveled to places that my wildest drea Read more

2019-05-27T18:41:18-06:00

Saying Yes doesn't mean you have to go across the world. Sometimes you just need to go across the street.  Or in this case, just talk to someone across the table. Read more

2019-04-18T20:38:45-06:00

The prayers were agonizing. They were so intense that red sweat stained his white robe on this blackest of nights. The sorrow was excruciatingly deep, painful and overwhelming. Jesus said he felt like dying. A pall hung over the olive garden, an unsettling silence punctured only by His agonizing plea to His friends, “Stay here. Keep watch with me.” Despite the urgency of His appeal, Peter, James and John missed out on the eternal significance of the moment. After all,... Read more

2019-04-16T11:10:24-06:00

I did find it ironic that so many Frenchman wept at the destruction of the building, and yet there is no weeping that the church itself is empty of congregants. I’m praying that as they rebuild this church that they will also rebuild the body of believers. A church building without a church is just another pretty façade. And we have plenty of those. Read more

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