The Lion is on the move in Myanmar. As the Son of God breaths on the snow-covered hills of what was once called Burma, we can now begin to see lush green meadows crowned with the flowers of faith.
Shut off from the rest of the world for many years by a repressive military junta, the work our forefathers began has continued to grow beneath the fertile soils of persecution. Like the beleaguered soldiers of Valley Forge, they have survived the winter and they are ready for battle. With a little help from their friends across the sea, they will emerge victorious. Continue reading
Out of the vast unimaginable magnificence with God before time, came time itself. Simultaneously as the Cosmic Clock’s pendulum began its first swing, an angelic chorus sang and all the sons of God shouted for joy.
It was the beginning and the heavens and the earth were created. Continue reading
Sunday after Sunday I stand reveling in the beauty of God’s grace inside the little white picket fence around our churchyard. I lean back and smile a wide shepherd’s smile as little ones make mud cakes, medium sized ones bang wooden swords together and biggers pass footballs and Frisbees. Standing there, more often than not, the sound fades to the background and a kind of serious silence, like the faint smell of smoke, curls its way to the forefront of my mind. Continue reading
Martha Stewart is probably the most well-known modern woman who cooks and keeps a lovely home these days, problem is, there’s no one left “Living” at her home to cook for but the camera men. Martha, in addition to running her own show and magazine, has also managed to run off her husband and children. I’m not really trying to be too hard on her, she is doing just what most anyone who is famous and rich today would find admirable. She works hard, demands perfection of herself and others and puts out a good product. Continue reading
I love Sundays.
My children love Sundays. In fact, they love them so much I’m sure they learned the days of the week so they could know when the next Sunday was coming.
“What day is it daddy,” they’d ask. “What day comes next.” Then they would keep asking until they knew just how many days there were until Sunday. Continue reading
The Lord’s Day at Foundation Church is always a blessing to my children. To them, and to us, it is indeed the Queen of days. They love to hear God’s word, sing, pray, eat the bread and drink the wine and spend the rest of the day with dozens of their best friends. Most Sundays several families come to our home from the community center where we meet and we eat some more, talk some more and play games. Continue reading
I never understood why a large corporation like Nike would pay Tiger Woods $40 Million to basically wear a hat with their logo on it. I tried, but for a while I just couldn’t figure it out. The math just wouldn’t add up. My thinking went something like this. Two million people see Woods wearing his Nike hat during the Memorial Tournament, of that two million, so many would buy a hat. I even tried to figure how much profit they could make from each hat. On and on I went down the line trying to understand the economics of the whole thing. No matter how many ways I figured it, there was no way this could be the reason they paid him that much to wear their brand. It may sound silly to you, but that’s how my brain works. Continue reading
Big things happened at my house today. I’ve lived enough life around things like this to know.
Today was a day we will all remember and mark as a day the kingdom of God advanced and new ground was taken for our King and country.
My 10-year-old son Benjamin is the hero of this story. Continue reading
The world is blind, deaf, devoid of touch and smell, and at their core, dark-hearted and desperate. They stumble where we should be stepping higher and stagger where we are called to march. Where we hear music they hear noise and where there is an aroma of wisdom and life they imagine foolishness and smell death. Their deepest sentiments are deceitful and desperately wicked and their intentions are rooted in lust and pride. Ultimately we know we live in a world where the blind are leading the blind headlong to their destruction. Even though we know this, we are tempted to follow them too. Continue reading
I laughed louder and louder with each crash back down to my seat as the bus bounced me up and down and smashed me against its walls. I probably laughed because it seemed more like an amusement park ride than public transit as our Belarusian driver ramped in and out of large craters in the road. Continue reading