The Bible says we should be quick to listen, slow to speak, and slow to become angry. I’ve gotten better at this as I’ve gotten older — maybe partially due to diminishing reflexes, partially due to accumulated wisdom — but … Continue reading
On our way to visit my brother and his family in Texas for New Year’s, we had the chance to spend a day in Memphis and visit the site where Martin Luther King Jr. was assassinated, in 1968. The former … Continue reading
We set out from the YMCA of the Rockies at 4:15 AM, a single headlamp and a vague sense of direction among the ten of us. We walked due north for a mile, knowing that we needed to find a … Continue reading
I will most likely vote third-party in November’s general election — as I have in each of the last three Presidential elections — but with this Tuesday’s Ohio Primary, I’ve given careful consideration to my vote and decided that I … Continue reading
We got a call from the middle school principal last week. Not the kind of thing a parent typically enjoys. In this case, however, the principal was calling to let us know that our oldest child, Elliot, had been selected … Continue reading
I’ve been told one might define “ministry” as the intersection of knowing God, knowing people, and knowing one’s self. The first two might seem obvious, but the third is also important. As it says in 1 Peter 4:10, “Each of … Continue reading
I feel caught between two leadership principles. On the one hand, I know that cooler heads prevail in leadership. I’ve learned to tame my tongue. I’ve experienced the folly of acting out with incomplete information and unprocessed emotion. Knee-jerk rants … Continue reading
With each day of my sabbatical, I’m realizing more and more just how small of a man I am. It’s been challenging to plumb the depths of my heart over the last couple of months and see how shallow and … Continue reading
Last week, I posted a three-part series featuring text from an essay entitled “Reflections on the American Missionary Presence in Western Europe,” by Dr. Arthur F. Glasser. The words were published nearly thirty years ago, and I only stumbled across … Continue reading
I know the old story about the brown hat with the orange feather. I know the smell of freshly-zambonied ice. I know the best way to slide down Bill’s Hill (on a cafeteria tray). I know all the words to Ay Ziggy Zoomba. I … Continue reading
