The Gospel of Mark writer is a master of word economy. Popping verbs. Sizzling accounts. Rampant pacing. In his opening chapter, he omits details of Jesus baptism and temptation, and splices two events side by side in a handful of startling sentences. With cool water...
What begins as a gift soon becomes a grind. Endless demands. Pressing deadlines. Unexpected interruptions. The pressure to perform and produce can leave us feeling weary in the marrow of our being. The joy designed to grow into sweet plumpness soon shrivels. Smiles...
Over the past few years, I’ve had well-meaning people speak life, hope, and love into me during the some of the darkest days of battling cancer. Their words were Honeycrisps dipped in 24-karat gold served on silver platters (poetic translation a la Proverbs 25:11)....
“Were you angry with God over the cancer?” the radio host pressed. Silence hung in the air. Blurt. That’s what I longed to do. Blurt about how much I wanted to be angry, about how anger would have been so freeing and refreshing. When properly expressed, anger is a...
Over the last few months I’ve watched Margaret, face this great adversity courageously and with way more energy than I could believe possible. One of my favorite pet names for my wife is Tigger (from Winnie the Pooh) because she’s full of so much energy—bounding with...
