Treasures in His Bottle

Sitting in Nashville International Airport, the strains of an acoustic guitarist crooning the sweet melodies of my college days mix with the urgent advice of diligent gate agents and the innumerable half-conversations around me, I am overwhelmed by the abundance of God’s mercy toward me. The last few days have Read more…

Giving Thanks

Thanksgiving (not the holiday) restores my perspective, makes me aware of hope, centers me. The last ten days has included the white-knuckle exhilaration of the switchbacks of the Beartooth Highway, the breathless awe of the view over the windy, wildflower-laden tundra above the tree line, the sad finality of the Read more…

Grieving with hope

My father-in-law died this week. He was 93, having served in the army in Germany at the end of World War II and in Korea during that conflict, and died in his son’s arms, peacefully. He leaves a legacy of ingenuity, courage, cheerful steadfastness and hope. His death leaves a Read more…

Checking in with Papa

Jesus says He never did anything without His Father. “I only speak what I hear the Father saying.” “I only do what I see the Father doing.” “I can do nothing apart from my Father.” If any other human said that, psychology would say he’s got co-dependence issues and needs Read more…