Like many of us, I suppose, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about what it means to be afollower of Christ and an American. As I was pondering what to say to you today, I landed onGod’s Word as…

Is it possible to grow up without becoming a cynic? Quipped Archie Bunker sometime in the 1970s, “The Lord might be smilin’ on the sheep, but they still wind up as lamb chops.” In 1989, Don Henley released a song…

How do we handle the death of a dream? I remember a catchy song from my childhood – a bit celebrative and a bit cryptic – which was popularized by Cat Stevens. Are you old enough to recall this one?…

I apologize for the graphic photo. I lifted it from a disturbing video of a kindergarten graduation ceremony in the Middle East. In the video, parents cheer as their Muslim children onstage perform a mock execution of Jews. Running in…

The practice of my beloved congregation is to observe the Lord’s Supper every Sunday morning. This is woven into our gathered worship, and serves as a beautiful expression of our commitment to our Lord Jesus Christ and to each other.…

Dear Joshua, As you know, Mom and I named you after the great military leader who succeeded Moses. We’re so glad that we did, as you have proven to be – like the Joshua before you – “strong and courageous.”…

“The heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately sick; who can understand it?” The strong words of Jeremiah 17:9 are penetrating. But – let’s be honest – we don’t tend to operate as if those words were true. Somehow and…

This very morning, the grave marker was lowered into its place. I didn’t want the day to come, but knew that it must. It feels so final. Yet strange hope rouses me. I remember Mama’s trust in Jesus. She knew,…

After our worship service concluded Sunday morning, a friend and member of our congregation approached me and told me that – though she had barely made it to church because of excruciating pain – the Lord had relieved her pain…

Maybe it’s just me, but – today – God seems quiet. I started blogging in early 2012. Once a week, without fail. Today is the first “post day” I have not known what to say. That’s a long stretch for…