Forgive us, Lord, for being drowsy disciples when you need alert apostles.
He made us. We didn't make ourselves. Simple but profound; so easy to forget.
If Jesus intended Christianity as something little kids and nobodies can excel at, maybe we're going about it all wrong.
If called to an accounting before the Master, would I be found awake and ready, or dull of sight and hearing? So easy to doze off at my post--
If "tomorrow" in the Lord's reckoning is the year 3016 on our calendar, think how it changes our sense of what really matters "today."
Reliving the ordeal of Job day by day this month, I want to do better at never taking for granted all the ways God has blessed my country and my family.
On those days when we feel about as commonplace as an old flowerpot, good news -- earthen vessels, jars of clay, are just what God loves to work with.
I claim to set more value on one hour of true intimacy with God than on one month's pay, but do I really live that way? Now there's a squirmy question. How about them Broncos?
We're more often in need of being reminded than of being instructed, said Samuel Johnson. From the small sin of forgetfulness, bigger sins grow.
Jihadi terror, racial antagonism, economic distress, a drug plague, and an impending election are just a few of the storm clouds thundering over us. Frightening stuff, right?
Harvesting for the Lord sounds exciting and rewarding. But plowing for him, not so much. Tedious, tiring, sweaty, dirty -- have I got what it takes?
It was on this date in 1787 that the Constitution of the United States was signed. Divinely ordained? No, but it couldn't have happened without Jesus the Light of the World and the bright candle of human faith in him.
If C.S. Lewis, whom many of us love for his stories of Aslan or Ransom and his powerful apologetic writings, called another, lesser known writer "my master," we should probably pay attention.
The world has a soundtrack programming us for worry and selfishness like elevator music. God's radio makes for much better listening.
What keeps John 3:16 from being just a cliche on NFL telecasts? The Cross. (Click Title)
What a clever devil that Screwtape was. What fools, as Puck said, we mortals be. (Click Title)
What Job endured, what John the Baptist dared, puts to silence my small troubles in the service of a big God. (Click Title)
On this dark anniversary for America, what an opportunity to learn more about loving our enemies in this world even as we ally with Jesus against the unseen Enemy of our souls.
In a twist of God's irony, it took a Roman soldier to recognize the command presence of Messiah with a purer faith than anyone in Israel. (Click Title)
Jesus didn't actually voice that little truism about three fingers pointing back at me whenever I point one at somebody else. But his parable about the log and the sawdust gives the same warning.