A lifetime of faith is a remarkable thing. We learn to love Someone we have never seen, trust His promises, and walk in His presence. I’ve wondered what I’ll do when I finally see Jesus face to face. Perhaps I’ll simply embrace Him. But something tells me His arms will already be open. For allContinue reading “When There Is No Distance Left”
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When Ambitions Outrun Stamina
This morning, I realized that my ambitions outrun my stamina. I have more ideas than I have energy. The more I write, the more I discover that I want to write. One thought opens a door to another. A paragraph suggests a chapter. A chapter begins whispering about another book. My want to and myContinue reading “When Ambitions Outrun Stamina”
The Day Had Already Begun
I thought I was getting a late start. But I had repaired the electronic starter for the gas logs. The fire was glowing. The dishes were washed. I had talked with our realtor and selected four houses to explore. Tanya and I had already driven through neighborhoods and eliminated four others. Sometimes we dismiss theContinue reading “The Day Had Already Begun”
While We Wait
The Assignment Hidden in the Pause This Tuesday morning, I realized how much of our life is being lived in the language of waiting. We are waiting for the house to sell. Waiting to move. Waiting to discover where our next home will be. Waiting to know what must go with us and what shouldContinue reading “While We Wait”
STILLNESS IN THE NOISE
This Sunday morning, Tanya and I are staying home. We will bind the next manuals for the prison School of Ministry. After these, I will lecture through the remaining material as I did for more than forty years in the university. The men will listen, take notes, and complete written exercises. So, this will notContinue reading “STILLNESS IN THE NOISE”
STUMBLING OVER AN ECHO
It is late Friday evening. Tanya and I are watching an old film—The Painted Lady. Well, not terribly old. It was made in 1997. At 88, one’s definition of “old” becomes flexible. Then I came across a few words about dreams gathering dust—dreams discovered beneath old fears and inside boxes that had not been openedContinue reading ” STUMBLING OVER AN ECHO”
The Day Began with Dishes
Some of the days that changed my life forever began like any other day. Coffee. Dishes. A few messages answered. Things moved from one place to another. Nothing in the morning announced that the road was about to turn. But before the day ended, a telephone call came. A door opened. Someone spoke a sentenceContinue reading “The Day Began with Dishes”
A Root Beneath Us, a Fragrance Above Us
A Marker Stone from ICON — September 6, 2026 Yesterday, during the praise service at ICON, several thoughts began gathering around me. At first, they seemed separate. But this morning, I can see them becoming one. He is the Root of David. I have often thought of Jesus as the Son of David—the One whoContinue reading “A Root Beneath Us, a Fragrance Above Us”
Physically Eighty-Eight – Spiritually Fifty-Two
September 8th was my birthday. Not the birthday recorded on my birth certificate. That one says I am eighty-eight years old. This is another kind of birthday. On September 8, 1974, fifty-two years ago today, I began my Christian journey. Physically, I am eighty-eight. Spiritually, I am fifty-two. I was thirty-six when the Lord spokeContinue reading “Physically Eighty-Eight – Spiritually Fifty-Two”
The Robe from the Father’s House
I keep seeing the robe. The prodigal son comes home wearing the evidence of the far country. His robe is dusty from the road. It carries the odor of the pigpen. It is stained by wrong choices, wasted years, broken promises, and everything he experienced while living far from his father. He has rehearsed hisContinue reading “The Robe from the Father’s House”
