This is an old post that I read at the YWAM DTS where I was teaching this past week.
The word “father”, for some stirs warm feelings of fondness, and comforting strength, while for others it stirs loathing, or fear. Read more…
I saw it again on Twitter this week, the same thing I saw again and again when I spent my days as a marriage counselor. Another husband was perplexed by the confusion over what his wife said she needed, as compared to what he thought she needed. Read more…
Ahhh, I could sense a great disturbance in the force, as I hit publish on my last post. “Teach your kids to choose, as a higher value over obedience”? I mean, even the Bible clearly lays out the importance of obedience, right? Surprisingly, I have had very little push from this, but it is a common enough concern, Read more…
Parents spend a couple of decades shaping their children and the variety of situations we face is endless. Health, maturity, and our children’s futures hang in the balance, and so we search for strategies to help our children really have the life that we envision for them. Read more…
Her tears were flowing freely and the fear was crushing her heart by the time the door opened. The light flowed in through the crack and for a moment hope and relief together rose quickly in response. He was here. She would be alright now. But it was this hope that made his words and tone all the more devastating. Read more…
Fathers’s Day. We celebrate, or at least turn our attention to the role of fathers. From the beginning of time, the role, “Father” has been central to the existence and procreation of humans. Perhaps no role, or word has been more under attack than this one. Read more…
I am standing in the grass in the beautifully groomed yard, with my daughter next to me wearing the dress of her dreams and tugging my arm eagerly. She is twenty, and she is five. She is a woman, and she is a girl. Read more…
The longer I am gone the more I want to look at my wife. The more days I spend out of the country the more I want to see my kids. Let me re-write that last sentence. The more I am away, the more I want to look into the eyes of the ones I love. Read more…
My brother, a hired priest, and a woman I had never met, stood in a small room. In the middle of the room was an inexpensive casket. In the casket, the body of a man I had not seen for ten years; my father. Read more…
For much of our lives as Christians we view Jesus and the Cross as a way to give us access to God. When we need forgiveness we find it through the cross. When we need comfort, we find it through the cross. When we need healing…well you get the idea. Read more…
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