Sacred Meditations
More Than a Moment: Belonging to Christ
“Have you accepted Jesus as your personal Lord and Savior?” I was asked that once, standing in a grocery store parking lot, wearing a clerical collar, as I was a...
More Than a Moment: Belonging to Christ
“Have you accepted Jesus as your personal Lord and Savior?” I was asked that once, standing in a grocery store parking lot, wearing a clerical collar, as I was a...
The Midnight Courtroom
It’s 2:47 a.m. The house is quiet. Everyone else is sleeping the untroubled sleep of the righteous, or at least the sleep of those who haven’t been slighted at a...
The Midnight Courtroom
It’s 2:47 a.m. The house is quiet. Everyone else is sleeping the untroubled sleep of the righteous, or at least the sleep of those who haven’t been slighted at a...
On Near-Occasions of Sin
There is an old story told among the desert fathers about a young monk who came to his elder in distress. “Father,” he said, “when I pray in my cell,...
On Near-Occasions of Sin
There is an old story told among the desert fathers about a young monk who came to his elder in distress. “Father,” he said, “when I pray in my cell,...
When Others Speak Falsely About You.
You open your phone and see it. A message from a friend “I thought you should know what people are saying about you.” Your stomach tightens. Your hands grow cold....
When Others Speak Falsely About You.
You open your phone and see it. A message from a friend “I thought you should know what people are saying about you.” Your stomach tightens. Your hands grow cold....
Shepherd My Thoughts
Have you ever tried to sit still for five minutes and think of nothing? If you've followed the advice in my e-mails, you have. But if not, go ahead. Set...
Shepherd My Thoughts
Have you ever tried to sit still for five minutes and think of nothing? If you've followed the advice in my e-mails, you have. But if not, go ahead. Set...
The Trap of the "Comfortable" Life
The recliner I used to have in my office, where I wrote many of my books, had something of a memory. It had, over time, molded itself to my tail-side....
The Trap of the "Comfortable" Life
The recliner I used to have in my office, where I wrote many of my books, had something of a memory. It had, over time, molded itself to my tail-side....