Not Really A Sacrifice
A Thanksgiving SHOUT Out to Mom and Dad from their four children The day my son, Travis, turned four I had scheduled an elders meeting at the church I was pastoring. I did something that is still embarrassing to write about. READ MORE
Asking Different Questions From Thirty Years Ago!
I am in a new season in life when I am asking different questions from thirty years ago. For most, if not all of my life I have needed to be needed. Recently with the help of what could be READ MORE
When Things Do Not Turn Out Well
The Lord saw how great the wickedness of the human race had become on the earth, and that every inclination of the thoughts of the human heart was only evil all the time. The Lord regretted that he had made READ MORE
Sufferings’ Privilege
I am in England as I write this. Yesterday I had the privilege of speaking at the church I pastored for seven years. We left sixteen years ago under painful circumstances. Elaine was recovering from brain cancer, and we were READ MORE
Avoiding a Fickle and Frustrating Faith
Daniel 3:17 If we are thrown into the blazing furnace, the God we serve is able to save us from it, and he will rescue us from your hand, O King. But even if he does not, we want you READ MORE
The Holy Spirit; A Welcome Intrusion
The words stung. It felt unfair. Why would someone say something so sharp to me? What right did he have to speak to me that way? If he really knew me, he would not have said that. I had two options, READ MORE
When It’s Time to Pack and Move On
My oldest son died of cancer when he was just twelve. That was fifteen years ago tomorrow. I miss him. Terribly! For weeks following his death I had to force myself to enter his room. I had heard others speak READ MORE
Live On and Love On!
Tensions in marriage are often held tight. Sometimes the springs burst loose and the whole matter is exposed. For most, the grip remains firm. Few ever know, except for the two who stubbornly hold tight to their secret. The fear READ MORE
You’re Right, I Don’t Trust You..Yet!
“You just don’t trust me,” my fourteen-year old-daughter screamed through clenched teeth. Her eyes were narrow, brows furrowed, and lines on her forehead seemed to spell some words that expressed that feeling in her heart. It was everything you would expect READ MORE
Stolen Boots
When I was in fourth grade someone stole my leather boots. They were not ordinary boots. The leather that wrapped and tightened together to form the boot had that intentional worn out look you see today in something new meant READ MORE