A Lament for the American Church

Their words ring out from their inlaid plinths, Rising up with urgent power, A cry escapes their lips, Words spill forth from their tongues, But all is emptiness.   Each man wants his ears tickled with promises, Each woman desires to hear ease. Nothing which requires detachment from their culture, Will be tolerated by their…

Constant Equivocation

 (All scriptures quoted from NASB unless otherwise noted)   Recently I took my kids to a local park to let them burn off some energy and when we got there the playground was already occupied by a mom with three little kids all under the age of about five.  The first thing which caught my attention as we…

An Instinct for Worship

I stepped out of my front door this morning in order to head to work and suddenly I stopped short.  The air was very still.  This in itself was very odd because normally, where I live, wind is an ever-present.  However, it wasn’t the lack of wind which made me stop.  It was, of all things, a smell; a welcoming, honest smell.   In the darkness…

A Lethal Omnipresence

My coworkers sat beside me as the contractor’s representatives sat across the table explaining (I should probably say, “explaining away”) the nuances of their work:  why their progress was slow, why their invoicing lagged, why they needed more time to fix the problems which they themselves had created. You know … the usual stuff.  And…

Centrifugal Souls

In the past couple of years, I have to admit that I have only partially been paying attention to politics and societal “problems.”  So much of the conversation that surrounds it is so disingenuous and vapid, that any attention paid seems like a waste of time to me.  There’s nothing foundational ever considered and so…

A Road to Madness

(Photo courtesy of Jeremy Perkins at unsplash.com) The other day I went to the park with my two little kids and they both found ways to amuse themselves by spinning around. This brought to mind how much I loved spinning rides as a child. Just like my kids, if given the opportunity, I’d stay on…

Growing Up

We have much to say about this, but it is hard to make it clear to you because you no longer try to understand. In fact, though by this time you ought to be teachers, you need someone to teach you the elementary truths of God’s word all over again. You need milk, not solid…