“This Monday is Different” No one likes the day after Sunday. We cringe at the thought of this day. So we lay ever so still wrapped in safety. With uncertainty and trepidation we crack open an eye — only one we dare. We peer out as if behind a mother’s apron. With hope we pray this Monday is not like others past — That doom is still upon us because of Sin. That we still have an Accuser who will confess our... Read more

“April Fool’s Day” Death thought he had won the day. He laid man to rest on a bed of stone. He felt the fibers of the universe crumble. He witnessed the tears of human despair. He licked his lips with satisfaction and hunger. He knew nothing could stop his feasting. He held up his cup of bittersweet victory. But there was no room in the tomb. Read more

It was late May midmorning day when my friend Pat and I arrived at the base of Barnes Butte. The sun was melting away the chill in the air, and we knew if we didn’t get going up the trail soon we’d get caught out on the open trail with the scorching noonday sun. Pat and I hiked Barnes Butte at the last minute, so we didn’t have all the things someone takes on hikes like food and water. Pat... Read more

My dream and the calling I believed God put on my heart was falling apart. I wanted to quit it all—God and life. And it was thoughts of quitting the latter that kept me up at night, tossing and turning. Then a wolverine struck me in the chest and everything in my life changed.   Barry Lopez tells a story in his essay, “Landscape and Narrative,” about a hunter who follows a wolverine’s tracks for miles. This hunter occasionally spots... Read more