the beautiful privilege of living in the light comes also with the responsibility to follow Jesus in such a way that others are invited into the story.
My superpower is my relationship with God. My superhero name is “Disciple.
I am so glad that our grandchildren are interested in their world, and learning to understand what we can learn from history.
Life is a series of recordable moments – all beautiful in their own way…
there’s this constant tension between what I find fascinating and what I believe is right. I love history, and the stories surrounding great battles are compelling, but I can’t begin to understand violence and the brutal events that play out when nations make war.
“Grace” is more than my mother’s name, and “David” really is “a man after God’s own heart.”
The goodness that Good Friday makes possible is foundational to practical Christianity. If we are not excellent to each other, then Christ is not alive in us.
Why do so many relationships fall apart? Because we fail to practice the essential principles of Christ’s teachings.
The love spills over. That’s really what made me tear up so often over the weekend. Not so much the pain as the love. Love that is rich, and authentic, and love that points to such overwhelming truth. It wouldn’t hurt so much if it wasn’t so real.