Processing the Day After

After the events that took place yesterday in our nation’s capital, I could no longer sleep and arose just after 2:00 am. My soul was restless. I needed a spiritual reset before I began walking through all the emotional debris and comments that today will surely...

All is Stripped Away

This morning, I recalled a line in the lyrics of the worship song, The Heart of Worship, that was popular a few years ago. That one line was “All is stripped away.” In the stripping away of things we value or aspire to, we are never left alone and exposed in the...

The Blade of Truth

In a healthy relationship, the saw blade of truth cuts both ways. For the one who wields the edge of truth, they must first allow the blade to cut through the motives of their heart before they speak or the cut will produce death, not life. For the ones who are...

Rising From Ashes

This morning, I sat down as I do each morning to begin writing. Just before I began, I saw a notice about a 12-minute documentary film a friend of mine, Danny Hall, had edited and posted on his Facebook wall. For some reason, I felt led to put aside my normal writing...

The Virtue of Reliability

My 17-year-old pickup truck has a pronounced virtue. It is reliable. It starts and goes wherever I steer it, and it’s never let me down. I’ve driven through Montana blizzards and endured bumper-to-bumper rush hour traffic in downtown LA. In both of those settings, I...