Places and Spaces
Each of us has one. A place, a space that has significance to us. I’m talking about that place or space that reflects love, grace or a mercy that shaped you and the life you live. As we drive down specific roads in specific
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Ah...Picture Days
Picture Day is a big deal in our house. Everyone needs to look their best. If you showed up a few minutes before leaving for school you might think we were going to wedding. Everyone puts on their best shirt and brushes their hair. They
See, Know and Commit
"I can see it!" I remember yelling as we rounded the corner of the bend. We could see the sign and we knew, we just knew that we were finally there - finally at camp! I was young, yes, but even now when we
When we get it wrong...and it's okay.
We begin our journey - our pilgrimage and, although we don't know exactly where it will take us, we know we are leaving a place of brokenness (see yesterday's post on Psalm 120). Our first thought: everything is going to work out
A Place to Start
Sometimes the most necessary place to begin is in the misery and brokenness. It's here, in the pig pen like the lost son of Jesus' parable that the realization of our squaller and dissatisfaction with the status quo of pain and helplessness
The Need to Be Fruitful
Jesus said, “I am the true vine”. What a statement of truth and profound significance. In making this statement to his disciples the night he was betrayed and the night before he would be crucified he made clear his purpose and the direction that his
Really Wanting to Follow
I just want to follow Jesus. I want to be an example of Christ in my home, in my community and in my work. I want to live a life dedicated to God. I feel compelled to this way of living. I really want to
In The Mirror
I look in a mirror and I see the reflection of a man. I see the man that I am, I see reminders of the man that I was, and some days I am given the gift of a faint whisper of the man my
Children of the King
When I was younger in working in college ministry I often came in contact with young people who had lived their lives without their biological parents. They had either lived in group homes or foster homes, or had been adopted by families who loved them