I hate distance running.
Hiking for 15 hours? Absolutely!
But pushing myself while sucking wind and not being able to enjoy the view is not my idea of fun.
I once asked a few people to help learn something about trust. I got some good answers.
I asked, “Be honest: What’s the hardest thing to trust God with?”
The image stuns me.
What’s captured by a camera orbiting our earth fills me with wonder and awe.
I have imagined moments spent with Jesus and seeing his face.
Asking him questions. Seeking his advice. Getting his reactions. Watching him in various situations and circumstances.
So much of his ministry was not just his movement around Holy Land, it was his back-and-forth with the local leaders who didn’t like what he had to say.
I remember one year when I lived in Michigan on a July 4th there were storms coming across Lake Michigan.
Not one small batch of rain — no, it was a serious line of severe storms I saw on the radar and I knew it was headed due east from the Wisconsin side to the Michigan side.
Does the title scare you?
I know it might for a lot of people. I believe there are many reasons why.
I write this with a thin veil of time between what’s left of 2014 A.D. and 2015 A.D. – anno domini, “The year of our Lord.”
It is another New Year of our Lord. And another passed into our history.
We are not alone – that’s the most important theme of Christmas to me.
I sat on the stairs with my hands covering my mouth, in state of shock.
I was sitting next to pieces of my teeth.
You’re watching a ball role down a hill from the side. It’s a snowball and it’s tumbling down down down.
It’s not only tumbling down, it’s getting bigger and bigger as you descend down the hill watching this snowball not only increases in mass, but also in speed and momentum.