He Always Goes First

This week I was asked (again) to explain my views, as a Christian, on same-sex unions and the church. It’s notable that I’ve not been asked quite so many times my thoughts on consumerism and the church, or grumbling and the church, or making idols out of our kids and the church – but, whatever. In regards to…

Temptation: The Ways and Means of An Enemy

One of the ways Satan tempts God’s children, is by tempting us to despair. He sees us in our suffering and whispers, “See, this is what you get. It’s not what you hoped for, is it? Now whose fault is that, do you think?” But Satan can only tempt us to question God’s goodness and power, he…

A Remedy for Muddy Thoughts

Anyone who knows me even a little, knows I can’t do two things at once. For all the good Samaritans who pull over to make sure I’m OK on the side of the road — thank you! All is well, I just can’t talk on the phone and drive at the same time. I won’t take…

Consider The Crab.

What, if you had more of it, would make things better? Time. I barely have enough to read this.  Cold, hard, Cash. That is all. Just a bit of Recognition. Does anyone see me and what I’m doing? Anyone? Sheesh. How is it that not one doctor can tell me anything with any certainty? I…

Swinging Above The Ivy

I don’t need a wake-up alarm at the farm.  At 5:59 am every morning Larry peels up our gravel driveway in his rusty and not-so-trusty Ford, and begins hammering, sawing, nail-gunning, and scraping our porch.  All this carpentry commotion is merely the backdrop to Larry’s music hullabaloo, which also commences at exactly 6am. Country music, rock,…

Will You Please Stop?

One thing that terrorists lose along the way is the ability to laugh for joy.  Have you noticed that bullies can’t laugh at themselves? They are as humorless as they are cowardly, and smile only when others are frightened and in pain. The terrorist’s highest calling is to reduce life, not enjoy it. He finds no real delight…

No Soul, No Love?

Of course dogs will be in heaven, dear one. (This post is in loving memory of Scout. She was a good dog.) But dogs don’t have souls, do they? Do trees have souls? Maybe not, but don’t you think the Maker of all the trees might especially enjoy watching a September wind move through a grove…