2013-01-16T06:30:00-06:00

It’s all over the news. America’s best athlete of the century was a cheater. Not only did he skirt the rules, he methodically developed ways to avoid detection. He brought in others as dupes, and implicated an entire team. He shamed the sport. He shamed his nation. Now, the Olympic committee is pondering whether to pull bicycling as an Olympic sport.   It’s a national tragedy. We stood and cheered him as he overcame cancer. We wore his bracelets and... Read more

2013-01-14T06:30:00-06:00

Jeff Johnson‘s Musical High Calling I stood with Jeff Johnson overlooking the Frio River in the Texas Hill Country and his eyes danced with wonder. Like an artist who breathes in a subject before touching a brush, or a writer brimming with words but has no paper, Johnson’s music is a reflection of a world that resonates God’s splendor. For him, Laity Lodge is more than just a pretty postcard. It’s an inspirational backdrop for some of his most innovative work that now spans 35 years... Read more

2013-01-11T06:38:00-06:00

Everything we do is marked by the steady march of time. Seconds lead to minutes to hours to days to weeks to years to decades to centuries. The problem for all of us is that the clock is always running the wrong way, and we simply cannot stop its precipitous crawl toward the next tick. We lose moments to the past, out of our reach, never to be regained. Where did all the years go? The kids have grown and... Read more

2013-01-08T06:00:00-06:00

I’m honored to share this space with Margaret Feinberg, a writer who has a sense of the Divine on this earthly plane. She’s a popular speaker, author and, as I just found out, my neighbor, living just a couple of miles up the road. I asked her to write this piece for The High Calling, where it appeared today. I’ve excerpted a piece of the article below, but I encourage you to read the full article here and then work your... Read more

2013-01-07T06:00:00-06:00

As I sit at the kitchen bar typing this, I am surrounded by reminders of time. A blinking clock on the DVD player, a clock in the corner of my computer screen, one blinking on the coffee maker, one on on the oven, another on the microwave and one on the wall.  And I wonder . . . What would my life be without clocks? Would I handle my time wisely? Would I fritter it away? Some of this world without clocks would be... Read more

2012-12-28T06:00:00-06:00

Mercury is smiling at you. And it has been since the dawn of Creation — You just didn’t know it. There’s been a happy face, carved into the rocks of Mercury, staring out the cosmos, beaming. And when NASA’s Messenger spacecraft  first looked on the face of this fiery planet last month, there was a smile coming back at them. A introspective writer at Space.com puts it this way. “We might not think there’s much to smile about on the... Read more

2012-12-23T12:40:00-06:00

(A Red-Letter Believers Christmas Tradition) One of my favorite Christmas songs is I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day, taken from a poem penned by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. The poem was written in the middle of America’s Civil War — and the despair engulfed the nation. It was a time of personal despair for Longfellow. His wife had died tragically. After trimming hair from her seven-year old’s head, she decided to preserve the clippings in sealing wax. Melting a bar of... Read more

2012-12-20T10:30:00-06:00

Jesus saves, but who’s saving Jesus? There have been a number of thefts at Nativity Scenes across the nation. It seems that thieves have been robbing the cradle, snatching baby Jesus from the watchful guard of angels, shepherds and parents.   Without the baby, it’s just a crowded barn scene. Mary suddenly looks out of place. She was stroking her promised child, now her hands are brushing air. Joseph, bowed in humble prose, now prays for a rapid return.  “Who stole our baby?”  To combat... Read more

2012-12-18T10:19:00-06:00

If you love good, gospel music with a positive outlook, you’re going to love Carey Dyer’s Slow Down. There’s literally a style to match every interest in this panoply of musical wonder. It’s a collection of reworked hymns,  classic songs of faith and new work. But it’s unlike anything you’ve ever heard. Take the first track, He LeadethMe. My memories of this song are with the red Baptist hymnal perched on my belt, as we sang the first, second and... Read more

2012-12-17T06:39:00-06:00

I found God in the woods. He was there and I heard him. I could have stayed there in these woods, just the Master and me. But If a man looks at the Atlantic from the beach and ten goes and looks at a map of the Atlantic, he will be trying from something  Read more

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