Hang on, friend. Because this is not the end.
He was naked and unashamed.
The gifts are all opened. The breakfast casserole and monkey bread have been devoured, and everyone has gone back to bed. Including my wife.
I don’t believe in Jesus all the time. You might. This has not been my experience.
We are all the same when it comes to Life. We are all trying to do better.
I will not be casting a vote for Trump because I simply do not believe in his politics. But he IS my brother. And I’m no better than him. Not one bit.
Maybe the moment you flip God the bird is the exact moment he looks into your eyes and says, “Well done, my good and faithful servant.”
It’s 5:55 in the morning and I am watching Chuck Norris sell gym equipment. Christie Brinkley has somehow been roped into helping…
God is either a dream come true or an absolute nightmare. At times I’ve wondered.
“I seriously thought I might die,” she told me this morning. “Three straight days of intense pain like […]
We know what “nice” is. And we know what “mean” is. We know what MINE is.
Three and a half months ago I did the highly uncomfortable thing and resigned my position at Northview […]
LOVE doesn’t play second fiddle to truth. Not ever.
Finding God in the Ruins (How God Redeems Pain) Can we talk about a few things? Because I’m […]