To get where you want to go, the first question you always have to answer is Where am I? … We only find out where we are when we find out where He is. We...

I know the theological answers, but do my blood and my pulse?

Stress isn’t only a joy stealer. The way we respond to it can be sin.

That which tears open our souls, those holes that splatter our sight, may actually become the thin, open places to see through the mess of this place to the heart-aching beauty beyond. To Him. To...

The real problem of life is never a lack of time. The real problem of life – in my life – is lack of thanksgiving.

Lament is a cry of belief in a good God, a God who has His ear to our hearts, a God who transfigures the ugly into beauty. Complaint is the bitter howl of unbelief in...

Instead of filling with expectations, the joy-filled expect nothing–and are filled.

I speak the unseen into seeing and I can feel it, this steady breathing in the rhythm of grace–‘give thanks (in), give thanks (out)’.

Communion, by necessity, always leads us into community.