This Is Not a Drill!

Imagine for a moment what it would be like. You’ve just arrived in beautiful Hawaii to begin your long-awaited vacation. You have left all your problems behind you from wherever you left, and you fall asleep listening to the ocean lap on the shore. The next morning you wake up and head out for some coffee and suddenly your smartphone vibrates. You look at the screen to see this message: “BALLISTIC MISSILE THREAT INBOUND TO HAWAII. SEEK IMMEDIATE SHELTER. THIS . . . read more ›

Where God Points His Finger.

The French philosopher Voltaire once said that “if God made us in his own image, we have well returned him the compliment.” That is what our world wants: a god in our own image, a god who will conform to our wishes and desires, a god who will fulfill our agendas. We want a user friendly god, if you will, whom we can adapt to our chosen lifestyles. We want religion a la carte, so we can stroll up to . . . read more ›

How to Battle a Giant

My New Year’s resolution is to make no New Year’s resolutions. I’ll tell you why. They get broken quickly. We all have giants we face in life, seemingly insurmountable problems or obstacles. It could be a giant of fear, something that’s frightening you. Whenever you think about it, you’re filled with anxiety and dread. Maybe it isn’t even a rational fear, but it’s a real fear nonetheless. You find yourself asking, “What if this happens? What if that happens?” Maybe . . . read more ›

New Year’s Resolutions

This is the time of the year when people make resolutions, go on diets, lose weight, eat healthier, spend less money, etc. According to Forbes magazine, 40 percent of Americans make New Year’s resolutions, but only 8 percent keep those resolutions. So should we just give up? No, because there is a place for change in our lives. However, I’m not so sure New Year’s resolutions are the best way to accomplish this. A follower of Jesus should always be . . . read more ›

The Incarnation: A “Riches to Rags” Story

Awhile back my grandson, Christopher, found some ants in the family room. “Papa, come look at the ants!” he called. We got down on our hands and knees and looked at them. He said, “The ants are going to get me, Papa!” “No, they aren’t,” I told him. “I’m going to get the ants.” I took a little paper towel, wiped them up and flushed them down the toilet. Would you be willing to become an ant to reach the . . . read more ›