A Christmas Poem, “Hands”

Hands Open on your mother’s chest or after a bellowing belch. Taut when you’re tired. Slurp slurp, tick tick, your tongue tackles each knuckle and cuticle. Somehow that helps you fade away to never-never-land. Mine are calloused, crusty, tired. Splinters are their wages. Blue veins bursting. Palm lines peeling. Bleeding. Grab the balm and bandage….

Wilderness Worship

“Wilderness is still the place of worship.”  – Michael Card, A Sacred Sorrow Everything Jeremiah knows and loves is gone. The enemy has come into his city—God’s city–to steal, kill, and destroy. To him, the world is ending. He mourns the destruction of his nation in the Old Testament book of Lamentations. There, he uses horrific…

We Look for Light: Readings and Reflections for Advent

I’m happy to share with you a little devotional I wrote for Advent, We Look for Light: Readings and Reflections for Advent. There are twenty-five readings with related Scripture passages and questions. I pray it’s a blessing and that it helps you worship Christ this Christmas!

Three Brief Reflections on Reformation Day

Today is an important day. It’s Reformation Day, the day that sparked the Protestant Reformation in Europe. In fact, it’s the 500th anniversary of the day, October 31, 1517, when Martin Luther nailed his 95 Theses to the door of the Wittenburg church, challenging several unbiblical doctrines and practices of the established Roman Catholic church…

In Transition, God is Enough

Where do you start after taking almost five months off from blogging? The last time I posted a blog was May 7. We had been in Nebraska for a full month and were neck-deep in fundraising. Time was at a premium. Blogging was not a priority. It’s appropriate, I think, to share my thoughts about…

Tasting Heaven in the Backyard

Our 20 month-old Titus, a brute of a boy, was churning his chunky legs up the grassy hill with a determined, yet jovial look on his face. He was on mission to find a Black and Decker toy drill. He is a boy’s boy. Tools, balls, trucks, tractors, dirt, collisions. He was in heaven. We…