The older I get the more I value the time away and the need to re-focus my thoughts. Many of you know I am an introvert by personality. I need unplugged time to recharge and renew my soul. The grace of time away from work is something I cherish. I am indebted to our Eastview leadership team and the wisdom behind the gift of vacation.Read More
The critics and cynics would want me and others like me to stop all this Word of God talk. The lens through which many view the world includes the notion that the Bible was written by ordinary and imperfect people who borrowed narratives from other cultures and cut and pasted them into a less-than cohesive story to manipulate and control people. There is, of course, a warped element of truth in that skewed worldview.Read More
The last three blog posts have centered on what a younger friend of mine calls “a school of Scripture.” People pester me sometimes to be more visible, to become more public, to talk more about how I cooperate with the Holy Spirit in living as an apprentice of Jesus. I tend to resist such invitations. I sense nothing from God that would lead me to believe that I need a publicist or a lighted stage. Nothing about the will of God has alerted me to believe that He desires for me a more viewable life. If He wants to elevate something I have said, done, or written then He will have to make it much clearer to me.Read More
Sue and I just returned from a 2,000 mile-bucket-list-trip. We wanted to see where my ancestors landed when they first came to this country. We made our way to Jamestown, Virginia, with a slight detour to southern Indiana for our granddaughter Maddie’s sixth birthday.Read More
When I write these days, I am back in my first-grade art class with crayon in hand wanting to express life as I saw it. My writing attempts now remind me of my drawing attempts then. As a child, I longed to color well. I ached to capture on paper what I so deeply loved on the tablet of my heart. The clear picture I had stored there seemed unable to migrate from my heart to the blank canvas in front of me. I tried. Oh, how I tried.Read More
I know there are certain people who collect old toys or unique nativity scenes. My years in the church have allowed me to meet people who gather doll keepsakes or sports relics. I could be accused of being a book collector, perhaps even a book hoarder.Read More
My own Jesus-following story is not difficult to tell. I did not begin well. I stumbled at the starting blocks. I let my own propensity toward self-righteousness and do-it-yourself-religion derail me. I did not have a grand plan when I embraced, by faith, a personal relationship with Jesus and the grace He offered me in His finished work at the cross.Read More
The summer of 1973, as a young man in military service, I heard a life-altering challenge at a Navigator week-long conference labeled as a “Men’s Advanced Training Seminar” in discipleship at Ocean City, Maryland. Three vital questions were highlighted. A speaker, long ago forgotten by me, during one of those defining days, grouped three major decisions, with memorable alliteration, that all of us face.Read More
I have been pondering the history of melancholy lately. I am far from being an expert on the subject. I am a carrier of the dreaded depression that often accompanies the dark night, so I suppose that makes me at least a semi-professional player…Read More
I nearly missed the blessing God ushered into the life of the Windsor Road Christian Church by resigning prematurely. When I stuck to my role as lead-prayer, Bible-expositor, and spiritual director, God blessed and anointed my work. Melancholy dances like a wild demon when the children of the great King forget His calling on their life... READ MORERead More
Way back in the 1980’s, while preaching a series of sermons from the incredible story of the prophet Elijah, as found in 1 Kings 16:29 through 2 Kings 2:25, I stumbled upon my own story and battle with that ancient enemy melancholy. Briefly, here is the backstory. I was twenty-nine years old, still in the process of building my own theological and biblical foundation...Read More
I have been a fan of Superman since I was a grade-school boy. The routine introduction to the weekly TV show still lingers in my memory. “Faster than a speeding bullet. More powerful than a locomotive. Able to leap tall buildings in a single bound. Look, up in the sky! It’s a bird. It’s a plane. It’s Superman!” Anyone who reads DC Comics or knows about Superman is aware of the fictional substance called Kryptonite. The make-believe material weakens my hero. Certain types of Kryptonite can even cause the superhero to forget who he is. Long-term exposure can kill the mighty man. In some strange and quirky way, Superman is on my mind today. Let me try and explain.Read More
Last Monday, I woke up thirsty. My need got me pondering formation, melancholy, and thirst.
My thirst that morning may have something to do with eating popcorn with Sue for dinner the
night before. We had driven four hours back home from Southern Indiana, after spending two
days with our kids and grandkids. We had arrived home to a couple inches of snow and a layer of
ice, so I went to work carrying in our luggage and then proceeded to pound away at the cement-
like ice-covered snow. Fortunately for me, my good neighbor, Nick Karsh, came over and
offered a helping hand.
Melancholy has been an unwelcomed traveling companion of mine since I first began to
understand the Jesus-following life. I cannot date this for you. I am not sure I even have the
ability to describe my experience.
“It is on my mind.” Usually that is my response when someone asks me why I am writing a particular paper, working on a specific teaching, or shaping the latest blog post. Serving in the Name of Jesus is on my mind today. Years ago, Chuck Swindoll wrote a book entitled Improving Your Serve.Read More