I can stand on the curb and watch thousands endlessly marching toward another blind corner with their fingers in their ears. Disappointment is around that corner, too. I would know. We change directions and try
In part 1 of “A Fist Full of Water” I painted a rather bleak picture of life as we chase these desires for satisfaction. Is the picture always so bleak? No. Many days are pleasant
“…but I still haven’t found what I’m looking for.” -u2 I thought it a good idea at the time. The front porch was high enough off of the ground to allow adequate air time
“For this end I made your senses and for this end your imagination, that you might see My face and live.” -C.S. Lewis, The Pilgrim’s Regress
A poem entitled “What She Said,” by Billy Collins: When he told me he expected me to pay for dinner, I was like “Give me a break.” I was not the exact equivalent of give
Once upon a time, not so very long ago actually, the snow was falling…and the towering pines bent under the load, brooding in the dark. She was tucked in, covers pulled up to her chin
There has been a growing refocus on the gospel and its transformative power of late within Christian evangelicalism, an emphasis for which I am grateful. Books are being churned out in an attempt to help
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