(This was something I wrote a few months ago but kept coming back to. And while I hesitate to share things sometimes, although that may be hard to believe, I think this might be of help to some of you who read the blog) The other morning, on my way to work, I cried. Tears … More I Cried
“Position and title are powerful things,” Thinking about my time as a pastor this am at The Wading Pool. … More What’s In a Name?
It’s old yet never gets old. It’s old but forever new, like every sunrise. It’s old yet makes all things new. I’m old but being made new. It’s the same old story making dead things alive…it’s making us alive again. It’s the same glorious news of a king coming to save His lost people, a … More Same Old Story
Thinking about communion and the things my heart thirsts and hungers for over at The Wading Pool. … More Hunger and Thirst
Winter in the Midwest can be brutal. Bitter cold goes right to your bones, driven down the plains by winds that howl and moan. We’re in the southern portion of America’s flatland, so the winters don’t linger as long as further north, but sometimes it seems like spring will never come. But eventually, every year, … More Seasons
My first-hand encounter with the feeling of the Pharisee in comparison to the tax collector. … More The Pharisee and the Tax Collector
Dichotomy: noun; a division or contrast between two things that are or are represented as being opposed or entirely different. Or: This article vs. this article. Can you find the gospel within them?