This candle restfully fulfills what it was made for.Continue reading
When I was younger, I knew so much.
But I studied, traveled to and lived in other countries, worked varying jobs, got married, pastored, had children, taught college courses, had countless conversations with those very different from me, lived life and so much more.
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I am experiencing sadness today. I have experienced sadness during the Coronavirus pandemic previously, but this is a “new” kind of sadness today. How so? I realize that 2020 could be one of the most painful years in my forty years. Not because of Coronavirus sicknesses, deaths, and loss of jobs and money for so many. Oh, yes, I grieve that and will continue to do so. I know that.
But what I realized today brought up a different reason for my sadness.
Due to our own deep-seated anxiety as a society in general, we are most likely about to hit a massive—and I mean massive—complication as we move forward in the coming days, weeks, and months. It has already reared its ugly head—in the news, on social media, and the like. And this whole thing is very connected to political partisanship.
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I came across this little guy on my morning walk in the park today. Continue reading
Within the past couple of weeks, I finished a book that was water to my soul. It was Jonathan Martin’s new release, How to Survive a Shipwreck: Help Is on the Way and Love Is Already Here. I appreciate Zondervan sending me a review copy!
Growing up in the south, being well-rooted in the Pentecostal movement, Martin was in full-time ministry by his early-20s and had planted Renovatus Church in his mid-20s. Yet, after eight years of leading that church, life had taken him out to sea, thrown him overboard, and he was now drowning in the midst of the stormy weather and monsters of the raging sea.
The book contains deeply personal, and poetic, reflections about Martin’s own “shipwreck.” Martin offers these words as a summary of the book: