Quiet moments. Those rare parts of the day when things are still; your mind is not racing; no one is around; you just breathe deep and enjoy the solitude. I love these moments. I drove through East Chicago and Gary, Indiana the other day, and when I got into Gary, seeing all the broken, burned-out…
Lenten Reflections XV: New
They thought they were heralding a king that was going to take over the world. One who would make the wrongs right; kick out the bad guys; set up a new equitable system of government; and rule with kindness and fairness. They thought that this man was the one. So they cheered and waved palm…
Lenten Reflection XIV: Outward
Individual rights versus collective duty. I heard that phrase a few weeks ago and it’s been rolling around in the back of my mind. If I have learned one thing during the past year since the pandemic began, it is that there is a huge divide on this issue. I’m not talking about politics at…
Growing up Fundamentalist Part IV: Of Fathers and Sons
One of the highlights of growing up in a large fundamentalist church was a strong emphasis on family. From marriage retreats, to women’s conferences, to the Sportsman’s dinner, there was no lack of training and equipping times. But every year, there was this awesome event called the Father / Son Retreat. A big group of…