The Mundane and the Monumental: Clinging to Easter on Monday Morning

This is a re-post of my Jesus Calling blog post, April 1, 2018. It feels especially appropriate today. I hope you are encouraged. Six days before Easter morning, I found … Continue reading The Mundane and the Monumental: Clinging to Easter on Monday Morning

Pain with a Purpose (and the perils of Spring sports season)

This week I have driven one thousand miles in three afternoons without ever leaving the boundaries of my small town (or at least it feels like it). What I do … Continue reading Pain with a Purpose (and the perils of Spring sports season)

Hey, Dr. Who… I Need to Go Back to 1995

If I could hop into the Tardis with The Doctor and go back twenty years to give myself one piece of parenting advice, it would be this: Delight in your … Continue reading Hey, Dr. Who… I Need to Go Back to 1995

Snapping Turtle Grace

“Do you like it here?” I asked my 17-year-old daughter. We were in New Orleans for a few days on a college tour. “Yes,” she said. “I do.” The light … Continue reading Snapping Turtle Grace

Work? Maybe I should Just Lay Down For Awhile…

On the way to take my 13-year-old to the orthodontist today, I sighed and said, “It is 1:30 and I have yet to do any work.” (non kid work, that … Continue reading Work? Maybe I should Just Lay Down For Awhile…

It Sure is Messy Down Here

The new humanity that is created around Jesus (through the incarnation and redemption) is not a humanity that is always going to e successful and in control of things, but … Continue reading It Sure is Messy Down Here

Starving for Beauty

I woke up tired yesterday, and was tired all day long. Then last evening, I hit pause on the tyranny of the urgent, hopped in my Jeep and picked up … Continue reading Starving for Beauty

My Grandmother’s Bible

I remember catching glimpses of my grandmother’s Bible as a child and  being in awe. It was so different than my own back then. As a child, my Bible was … Continue reading My Grandmother’s Bible

Grace Until the Cows Come Home

When I was a kid, someone gave my siblings and me a blue, plastic trumpet. Thanks to World Cup Soccer, I now know that blue, plastic horn has a name- … Continue reading Grace Until the Cows Come Home

Mercy is like…

Some questions are heavy. Soul stirring. They speak to the depth of who we are and our place in the world. The first time I remember feeling this was as … Continue reading Mercy is like…

The Beautiful Broken

After my swim, I sat in the sauna watching the silent play of humanity unfold through the large sauna window that overlooks the indoor pool. For probably the thousandth time … Continue reading The Beautiful Broken

Treasures in the Dark

Happy New Year. This is what we wish each other. Then, every December 31st most of us seem a little bit shocked by how much the previous year was both … Continue reading Treasures in the Dark