This might someday be in a "for you, love" prayer journal, along with a lovely illustration and a prayer. But I want you to have it today because, if...
I hear the tap on the door. “Hey there, you ready?”
“Just a second,” I mumble, under a mass of blue and white floral. “I’m trapped in my dress.”
He smiles...
“We love words, right GiGi?” I smile, and say, “Yes, Sawyer. We are words people.” I pray he always loves words. I pray he understands their power to work...
I remembered back to a sermon I had preached on a misfit Sunday morning at an apartment complex where some of the most genuine and fragile folks I know...
It was not an uncommon Friday.
Crucifixion was the normal punishment of the time. It was cruel, humiliating, and served as a visible warning to all who witnessed the...
It’s holy week. And I’m undone in a most precious way. Not precious like the face of a smiling child, but precious like diamonds chipped from coal or goal...
“God redeems time.”
I’ve said those three words hundreds of times in conversations, written them in notes, spoken them from stages in all sorts of places. I even use them...
“The temple is the place where God and humanity intersected.”
This morning, the rain is falling again outside. The tender tapping on the window has been jotted down in my...