So enjoy these last photos from my weekend adventure, and think about what it means to be "witnesses to light and love" in your home, church, neighborhood, workplace, and community.
It's fun to visit the past, and it's critically important that we understand it - but it would be a mistake to try to go back. That's one of the many problems inherent to both the politics and the religion of nostalgia.
As promised I’m wrapping the Bermuda cruise with one more post. This report covers some of the time we spent relaxing on board the ship. While I enjoy the shore excursions, and especially the opportunity to learn about the history and the culture of new places, the key element of cruising for me is the…
thirty-one awesome photographs around Bermuda
God will judge between the nations, and settle disputes of mighty nations. Then they will beat their swords into iron plows and their spears into pruning tools. Nation will not take up sword against nation; they will no longer learn how to make war. – Isaiah 2:3-5 My first ever expedition to a shooting range…
The heavens tell about the glory of God. The skies show that his hands created them. Day after day they speak about it. Night after night they make it known. But they don’t speak or use words. No sound is heard from them. Yet their voice goes out into the whole earth. Their words go…
Do we trust God... or do we believe we're the ones with all the answers? Really? Are we seriously confident that we have things figured out that well? Are we that close to world peace, political detente, and domestic nirvana - so close that we don't need to trust God? So... how exactly has that been working for us?
how would I select twelve images that collectively capture the flavor of our Holy Lands traveling experience?
I can't get enough of the open invitation, but I also can't even begin to understand how readily and how enthusiastically so many "shut the door of the kingdom of heaven in people's faces."
The effect is cumulative, a kind of density, the weight of all the stories. Whatever it is, you can feel it, and maybe nowhere more profoundly than Gethsemane