O the deep, deep love of JesusVast unmeasured, boundless, freeRolling as a mighty ocean in its fullness over meUnderneath me, all around me, is the currentOf Thy loveLeading onward, leading homeward… (Trevor Francis, 1873) I have a couple of photographs to share this Sunday morning. I believe they are related. The first is a Facetime…
Read more my grandson Geoffrey, chili, and church (yes, they all go together)
Christmas simply does not work on tradition or nostalgia alone. The joy comes from Jesus, and so does the love.
Read more Faith, promise and love – because Christmas simply doesn’t work on tradition alone
For us - and I believe this is always the case - the balance is tilted toward the positive, to grace, to redemption, the victory of light, and of promise
Read more writing, good food, and the constant tilt toward promise
It's like God has taken Beks and David, kissed them with joy, and poured liquid light into them. The light emanates from every pour as they run and play with such natural ebullience.
I'm not saying I believe the future is necessarily going to be any kind of easy. But I do believe in the one who holds the future, and I believe that my grandson David's generation have so much enthusiasm, and brilliance, and love to give.
We enjoy a relationship with the Living God initiated in faithfulness, defined by promise, and backed up by grace.
Read more June 1st – a new month soaked in hope and promise…
Hope is another word for children, isn't it?
One of my pet peeves about Christmas in America is how we tend to go hard at the familiar story that plays out around the manger – or at least the classic tableau featured in Christmas cards – but then routinely ignore so many of the other interesting elements. It’s like how movie and television…
people don't just show up all by themselves and become enthusiastic members of a church. We become disciples... to make disciples... to be disciples... to grow as disciples... to make more disciples... and to continue to invite more people to know Jesus.
In 1962 I was a six-year-old English kid who's attention seldom wandered far from the closest soccer ball. Then John Glenn climbed into a tin can strapped to the top of a massive rocket, and became the first American to orbit the earth. Since then he's been one of my heroes.
