My entire working life has been either as a professor in a Christian college or the preacher of a local church. It seems axiomatic that I would model faith in both of those contexts. But sometimes what we think is “axiomatic” may be a cover-up for what is utterly missing.

My friend spoke of chaos and his decision to step into it in order to serve Christ and his church. In a way he reminds me of the choice Mary made.

It’s not what you have, what you give, or what you do. But what God wants most may be most difficult for us to give him.

Admit God is God, admit he is good and good all the time, and admit his love is permanent. It isn’t going anywhere. We can depend on him every day and in every situation, the good, the tough, and even the terrible.

Our Communion service can degenerate into routine if we’re not careful. Here are some ideas to keep that from happening. From a new handbook published by Outreach, Inc.

He had given his whole life on behalf of this one, but still he doubted if he was THE One. We can relate.

A study of Francis Chan’s book makes me wonder how willing I am to seek and submit to the Spirit’s power every day.

I’m bringing tender plants inside to escape the winter freeze. It’s something like what all caregivers do.

There’s no advantage to calling your situation worse—or better—than it actually is. Admitting that is the first step toward dealing with your current problem.

I’ll never forget the video of the listless child—and how her father described her, and what this shows me about my Father’s love.

It’s okay if you feel like you need to educate God the next time he gives you an assignment. But after you tell him everything you think he needs to understand, go ahead and do what he asked you to do. You might just be witness to another of God’s transformational miracles!

Closing verses of Paul’s letter to the Colossians offer us practical advice for relating well to those who don’t follow Christ.

Even though we may feel overwhelmed by the burdens of grief we see all around us, we can extend the grace of Jesus to the mourners in our lives.

The service I’ve chosen brings me satisfaction. Is that wrong? And if not, when might serving be more about me than those I’m serving?

“How do I measure the worth of my life?” Writing now from a caregiver’s point of view, I’m coming to terms with new answers to that question.

All of us need encouragement, none more than I on that race . . . and this race . . . and every race!

Although there’s nothing new about evil, facing it fresh every day threatens to overwhelm us. The psalmist can relate. God understands.

Little did I realize that along with tears we’d have more than one occasion to laugh because of the strange rearrangement of reality that Alzheimer’s brings.

So much might have been be so different. But that thinking is a rabbit hole from which I’d never escape. I’m learning the peace of “We have this moment.”

When it comes to weeding, I’m afraid my thoughts go faster to the devil than to God. Reflections from a summertime gardener.