Feb4ThuFebruary 4, 2016
To my friends in the Wilderness,
Forgive my plain words. I haven’t the rhetoric of Peter or the charisma of Phillip. The twelve called upon me to wait tables, to feed the poor and hungry, so those gifted with words could do what I cannot.
Who would have thought that setting tables with bread would lead me here, before an angry mob gathering stones?
Jul29WedJuly 29, 2015
To the next pastor of the Bakersfield First Church of the Nazarene: I have a confession I need to make to you. But seeing how confession is as difficult as it is necessary, allow me to explain why I feel the need to write to you today.
May8FriMay 8, 2015
Moms are servants. Some days we feel like slaves. But we serve with a love that supersedes all the boogers and diapers and whining and sleep deprivation. We serve the minute our eyes open in the morning until they shut for a precious few hours at night. We have to serve. (Literally, we could be arrested for child endangerment.) But that's not why we serve. No one has to mandate or legislate or regulate our care for our children because we do care for them, and so very deeply.
Serving our children is hard work but we love it.
Shouldn't this be a reflection of our service to Christ? To serve with joy and love even when it is hard? To be thinking of others the minute our eyes open until they close at the end of the day? To see the ugliest and poorest with the doting eyes a mother has for her child?
May5TueMay 5, 2015
Nov26WedNovember 26, 2014
Nov17MonNovember 17, 2014
There is something about the apocalyptic nature of Daniel that begs you to lose yourself in it's prose and poetry. So, I have given in to his allure and decided to take this relationship to the next level. This morning I began the Daniel fast.
Nov7FriNovember 7, 2014
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Aug14ThuAugust 14, 2014