I’ve turned a lot of pages in my life—some with hope, some with dread, and some with a cup of coffee going cold beside me while I tried to decide if I was ready to read what came next. They weren’t the neat, chapter-to-chapter kind of pages you imagine...
There are times when my questions won’t stay quiet. They won’t line up neatly and wait their turn to be answered. They bombard. They pull at threads and ask things like: What is time, really? And what will become of us when healing is finally finished? Most of us...
Christmas is around the corner, and I am sure, like all of you, when I sit back and look at the houses lit in the neighborhood and the decorations that have transformed my home, I find myself reflecting on another year. Christmas Past roams the halls of my mind,...
“Then the Lord said to Moses, ‘Behold, I will rain bread from heaven for you…’”— Exodus 16:4 ESV I sat this morning with a cup of chai and a quiet mind, watching the world unravel on a screen. Faces of the hungry. Eyes of the displaced. A child clutching...
We’ve all considered this lie at some point—that love is limited. It’s like a pie, divided thinner and thinner with every new person who steps into the circle. We fear there won’t be enough left for us, or that someone else’s presence might push us aside. But Father shows...
In recent days, the assassination of a prominent figure has shaken the soul of America. For many, it feels like another descent into darkness, another reminder of how fragile our union really is. But there is more at stake. This moment is a watershed for the human heart. We...
Not long ago, I wrote about the quiet ache of when love feels lost—those moments when God seems distant and our hearts wonder if we’re alone. My granddaughter read that piece. She told me she loved it, but gently asked if I could write a more joyful story next...
They say the heart has a mind of its own—but what if it also has a voice the brain can’t silence? Science calls it neurocardiology—forty thousand neurons woven right into your heart muscle, quietly sending more signals to your brain than your brain sends to it. It’s a constant...
A Benediction for the God-Haunted and Every Soul Who Still Wonders Frederick Buechner once wrote that we are ‘haunted by’ a life so full of love and light that not even death can dim it—that kind of haunting is not ghostly nor fearful, but the ache to know what’s...
You emerged. You passed through the veil. You said yes to the Voice calling from within the silence, and something in you collapsed forward into the truth that was always waiting. You didn’t reform. You didn’t get polished up and improved. You tunneled. Like a single quantum particle moving...