A Good Exercise

I cannot sleep. I am thankful for many things—just so you know—but this night I have chosen to lie here and rehearse a compendium of gripes. Every. Bad. Thing. Somehow that seems to fit my mood and it goes as follows: I don’t like getting rained on. Or the way I parked the car. Or ragweed because it makes me sneeze. Or when people don’t get my very hilarious jokes.…

The Beauty of the Clouds

Several times this past summer I revived a cherished pastime from childhood—cloud watching. Sweet memories, those lingering afternoons of youth spent staring up at the beautiful drifting clouds, all the while discovering untold shapes of anything imaginable. One day in particular I was relaxing in a favorite lawn chair from where I observed a spectacular sequence of such formations—a cow, Mickey Mouse, an onion (some clouds are better performers than…

Thought Experiment (Number 7)

I read Exodus 20:4-5—“You shall not make for yourself an idol…You shall not worship them or serve them…”—and the following, admittedly imperfect, thought experiment came to mind: Assuming I was the only man on Earth and God did not exist, would I write out a daily to-do list? Would I challenge myself to feats of endurance like, say, walking the full length of the Appalachian Trail? Would I care what…

A Healthier Evaluation

As I sat down just now, I thought I wanted to write a different, more theological article. However, my heart wasn’t in it. It just wouldn’t flow. Instead, the following sequence of thoughts came to mind: I seem so ill-equipped for this task. I wish I were more biblically astute like so many people in ministry I’ve encountered, or at the very least that I was better at retaining what…

Thankful, My Soul

Today, fellow beloved, I can say this much: Life is curious. It is as much a struggle as it is beautiful. It is also charming, joyful, playful, and robust. It is full, is it not? And through it all, we are here in the demands of the present yet living for eternity; here withstanding the onslaught of our heartaches, yet still able to celebrate the sacred carnivals in our midst.…

How Matters Really Stand

C.S. Lewis once wrote, “My feeling about people in whose conversion I have been allowed to play a part is always mixed with awe and even fear: such as a boy might feel on first being allowed to fire a rifle. The disproportion between his puny finger on the trigger and the thunder and lightening which follow is alarming. And the seriousness with which the other party takes my words…