Don’t Despise Him

I recently saw an obviously homemade sign stuck to a fence near the offramp of the freeway I travel frequently that simply read in big, bold letters on cardboard, “JESUS.” Just a simple reminder to passersby of the one who gave his life so others could live eternally. Not offensive to me for any reason, but to the contrary, I whispered in agreement out loud as I drove past and said, “Yes. Thank you, Lord.” I’m more grateful for Jesus and what he did for me than ANYTHING in the world. I drove by the same sign a few days later and someone had used gray duct tape to completely cover over his name. WTH?

The Bird

I’m going to try to wrap surely insufficient words around one of those God moments that I wish I could just bottle up and put on the shelf so that I could re-live it again in the future. You see, I just dropped our youngest, our 18-year old daughter, off at church. It's a hot, Sunday summer afternoon and she's going off to camp for a week. That's something she’s been doing for a long, long time - going to church camp every summer. She’s been doing that for years. But this time, she's going as an adult…as a camp counselor with some responsibilities to watch over a group of kids. She’s not going this time as a camp attendee. Not as a student. Not as a little girl.

The Power of Community

I’m going to try to wrap surely insufficient words around one of those God moments that I wish I could just bottle up and put on the shelf so that I could re-live it again in the future. You see, I just dropped our youngest, our 18-year old daughter, off at church. It's a hot, Sunday summer afternoon and she's going off to camp for a week. That's something she’s been doing for a long, long time - going to church camp every summer. She’s been doing that for years. But this time, she's going as an adult…as a camp counselor with some responsibilities to watch over a group of kids. She’s not going this time as a camp attendee. Not as a student. Not as a little girl.

Summer Camp Drop-off Surprise

I’m going to try to wrap surely insufficient words around one of those God moments that I wish I could just bottle up and put on the shelf so that I could re-live it again in the future. You see, I just dropped our youngest, our 18-year old daughter, off at church. It's a hot, Sunday summer afternoon and she's going off to camp for a week. That's something she’s been doing for a long, long time - going to church camp every summer. She’s been doing that for years. But this time, she's going as an adult…as a camp counselor with some responsibilities to watch over a group of kids. She’s not going this time as a camp attendee. Not as a student. Not as a little girl.