Wanna Be My Friend
Nine to three-fifty is a long time for a kindergartner to be in school! It’s a dumb idea, especially when every cell in a five year old is screaming, “move... play... have fun!” My five-year-old granddaughter is doing great in…
Nine to three-fifty is a long time for a kindergartner to be in school! It’s a dumb idea, especially when every cell in a five year old is screaming, “move... play... have fun!” My five-year-old granddaughter is doing great in…
I can depend on it like the rain in Seattle: that evaluative question that will predictably be asked in the first five minutes of any introductory conversation with another pastor: “How many are in your church?” Though the phraseology may…
When you speak of your ministry or calling, is your language positive and life-giving or is it the overflow of a profound woundedness and insecurity? Do your words reflect a fire burning in your heart for the people to whom…
The well-worn story goes something like this: Over morning coffee a man looks at his wife and states emphatically: “I don’t care if it’s Sunday morning, I’m not going back to that church. It’s a waste of time. No one…
I’m not sure who said, “The more things change the more they stay the same.” But that couldn’t be more true when it comes to the enemy’s strategy to take you out. The setting in 2 Kings 18 is the…
That’s sounds like a contradiction of terms. If it is non-repeating, then how can a pattern be discerned? Let me show you. In Genesis 17:6, when over a million Israelites, at the beginning of the exodus, had no water to…
I don't know how many perfectionists are out there but, if it is a disease, I am afflicted. I can have my car detailed, have the paint polished to a clay-bar finish, and the interior spotless, but my eye will…
A friend and I mounted a couple of 20-year-old BMW motorcycles on vacation last week, and headed out of Phoenix, through Wickenburg, to Prescott. About 20 miles out of Prescott, at about 6,000 ft in elevation, we pulled off the…
Generationally, I sit in a curious place. I look back to my father’s generation and remember how they wrestled with matters of holiness. They took the subject seriously and for the most part wanted to please the Lord, but often…
A few weeks ago I stood on the ruins of Beersheba, in Israel, from which point you have an unobstructed view south, deep into the Sinai desert. I imagined a discouraged Elijah standing right there, after running with his servant…