Memory Occasionally in life we cross a line into something more memorable. A moment, or a day, that—for whatever reason—sticks to our minds forever. Some days come and go without much notice or specific memory. But once in a while, there’s a day that molds our...
Music A True Story from My College Days A couple days ago, Robert Collins posted about music frequencies — 432Hz vs 440Hz. I won’t go into that here… but it reminded me of a story. Back in 1984, I was attending Northland Baptist Bible College. And yes, just from the...
Cold Night He took a walk in the snow to clear his head, for he could not find solace in the warmth of his bed. The thoughts that stirred within were far too heavy to be healed by the crackle and heat of the fire’s blaze. He needed the crunch of snow beneath his...
The Truth About Casual Sex No one told me the truth before I had a lot of it... Not the kind of truth that makes it into schoolbooks or locker room talk. Not the kind whispered at sleepovers under half-drunk breath. I had to live it. I had to wake up in someone else’s...
When Church Moved Into the Living Room A Personal Story of Rediscovering Real Faith In those days, church was just “doing church.” We’d get up on Sunday morning, put on our good clothes, go listen to five songs and a lecture, then come home. I’m sure there were...
The Audacity of Calling God “Father” If I call God “God” I speak truthfully. If I call God “Lord” I speak submissively. If I call God “King” I speak servilely. But if I dare to call God “my Father,” I speak with a brassy audacity, chutzpah, that is shockingly familiar...
I Sat on the Ground with the Lamb I spent my Easter morning with a lamb.Not a symbol, not a sermon—an actual lamb.And in that quiet moment, I was reminded of what today is really about. It’s not about breakfast.It’s not about Easter eggs.It’s about the Lamb. John the...
I too would be an atheist—if it weren’t for all the evidence for God. I’m bothered by the suffering in our world. When pain, frustration, and death are on every side, and we cry out to God but He seems silent, it can cause me to question my faith. And then I lay on...
I’ve told my kids this story, but my memories were sketchy from this incident nearly fifty years ago. I’ve put together some details from old memories from the perspective of a young boy and from the newspaper articles I’ve found over the years. This is a tragic story...
The angels rejoiced that warm spring day as a penniless child opened her heart to Jesus. But the child was ignored by the house of worship, for an impoverished child has no place in the modern church of human worship. Those who are hungry and naked are not...