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The first time I really looked into my spouse’s eyes, I was smitten. I wanted to ask for a kiss, but I was too afraid. We are often more frightened by the possibility of something good happening than the certainty of something bad. It’s the same feeling that leads us...
At a certain point in my life, I came to realize that being wholly responsible for myself was not working out. I was broken, and the weight of my brokenness was overwhelming. Though my physical health was sound, I was in need of healing. I suspect that...
Like many people, I struggle to live outside my own head. I find it easier to accept what the church teaches about Jesus than to make those ideas physically manifest in my life. Following Jesus and doing what he does takes a lot more effort than merely admiring him or...
After two millennia, most Christians seem to have taken James’s advice to heart and have become very patient about the return of Jesus. I rarely encounter any real sense of urgency around mission or evangelism rooted in an imminent sense of Christ’s return. Without a...
When I was eleven, I was the target of a bully. I walked two miles out of my way to avoid going past his house on my way home from school. I withdrew from life and friends because I was afraid. Finally, with the support of adults who loved me, my bully problem was...
Like the psalmist, we might proclaim that nice guys finish first, but many of us secretly harbor a preference for the rascals. We have aphorisms that reinforce this notion: If you can’t beat them, join them! You have to fight fire with fire. We say Everyone does it!...
“I hate you!” I could hardly believe the words spilling from my child’s mouth. How could someone so loved and cared for offer such unkindness? But I once said the same to my parents, and most parents I know have been on both ends of this dreaded interaction. We can...
On several occasions when I was younger, eager evangelists showed up at my door asking if I had accepted Christ. I discovered that if I answered, “No, but I’d like to,” they would offer some prayer I was to repeat and then be on their way to scout for another...
I’ve never wanted to be a martyr—who would? Yet I remember looking around in chapel one day during seminary and seeing a plaque honoring a former student who was martyred in New Guinea during World War II. How different were we, really? Two students separated only by...
I once worked at a parish that hosted a weekly meal for our neighbors—many were poor, many were homeless. We served the meal family style, with parish leaders sitting at tables with our neighbors. Other churches and community groups took turns cooking and….(View...
