Life with God
My mother spent time with individuals nearing the end, their Florida living rooms sporting a hospital bed, a hospice nurse at the ready. She was not shy about presenting the Gospel. And leaving a little blue booklet on bedside tables. A booklet containing her favorite promises from God. Over time mom's booklets were sprinkled throughout... Continue Reading →
All names are pseudonyms. “Praise Him! Praise Him! All you little children; God is love; God is love.” Eight toddlers vigorously shake their jingle bells, shouting things unintelligible, while Dawn and I sing an off-key rendition of this classic Sunday school song. “Shall we do it again?” Dawn asks. Two year old Trevor is trying... Continue Reading →
Franklin Roosevelt said, "Courage is not the absence of fear." Faith, too, is not the absence of fear. I heard a medical missionary once encourage her audience to "Do it afraid!" She said if God is calling you to a soup kitchen, a nursery, a classroom, a place of service out of your comfort zone,... Continue Reading →
The light turned green but the car in front of me didn't budge. "Must be on the phone" I grumbled. If I missed this light, I would be late for work. I envisioned having to rush up the stairs of my elementary school amid the throngs of students, only to see the principal at the... Continue Reading →
God is in the business of moving mountains.
Brene Brown's Ted Talks and books advocate that we admit our vulnerability and brokenness, as well as our need for connection. We are in a crisis of disconnection, she says, cut off from each another, denying our vulnerability, wearing masks of competency and independence. Why the masks? In a word, says Brown, FEAR. "Fear of vulnerability.... Continue Reading →
Florence (pseudonym) is caring for her husband who is battling cancer. She said to me, "God has a she-shack waiting for me in heaven." "What's a she-shack?" I asked. "Jesus said that he is preparing a mansion for us. I told God to forget the mansion, that I wanted the equivalent of a man-cave....a she... Continue Reading →
I am more a Gideon than an Isaiah. When God called Gideon to defeat the Mideonites, Gideon pleaded for God to find someone else. (In fact he was in hiding when God's angel approached him, calling him, ironically, "a mighty man of valor.") Then Gideon requested confirmation from God that he would be successful. He... Continue Reading →
I think of myself as open, loving, accepting, forgiving, and of course...humble. Oozing with humility. Never prone to judging. Well, a mere glimpse into my thought life and this image is dispelled. I make instant judgements regarding others based on a car driven, clothes worn, an accent perceived. And my petty thoughts do not stop... Continue Reading →
