I’m Just a Grasshopper

This is what happens in the excuse-making business. We convince ourselves how some “fact” of our own manufacture supersedes God’s commands and promises. Then we get the self-justification ball rolling faster with something about why it’s impracticable to obey God.


Have you ever felt like you were like that piece of metal, heated red hot in some fiery trial, gripped by tongs of depression or disillusionment, and taking blows upon the anvil of suffering? Peter wrote about this very thing.

Root Your Prayers in the Boundless Love of Christ

While recently digging in my backyard, I hit the root of an oak tree with my shovel. I was puzzled by the root’s relatively large thickness because I found it lying outside the tree’s canopy above. I do expect to find roots out that far, but three inches in diameter was surprising. That oak sure has a mature root system!

Living in the Gap

With the phrase “I am the gate” (or “door,” in many translations), Jesus provides a beautiful picture of who He is, from which His followers can find inspiration to ask the question, “If Jesus is the door, then what sort of people ought we be?”

Caution, Sharp Objects Inside

The cover of your Bible is like a leather sheath which protects the master-crafted, razor-sharp, steel-bladed knife cradled inside. Such a knife out of its sheath must be treated with the utmost respect because sudden thoughtless moves can result in certain injury.

The Christmas Stamp

One famous carol, in particular, caught my attention this year because it honors what the advent means for believers. It begins by citing events described in Luke 2.

When Does the Easy Part Come?

My name is Jack and I am a recovering que sera sera Christian. I wonder how many other que sera sera Christians are squandering the privilege of being on mission for Jesus Christ. That’s the word that really catches in my throat: “privilege.”

Speaking Without Speech

You never know what’s around the corner, as the saying goes. Neither did I know what was on the other side of the door as I was departing a skilled nursing center recently.

What Am I Waiting For?

Grocery store lines are comprised of human beings, people with eternal souls who need to hear the Gospel. They aren’t barriers; they’re image-bearers.