On this 76th anniversary of the epic D-Day landing, it's worth asking what kind of life is worth living, worth fighting for. Let's look back... John Wesley (...

Maybe like you, I have had a knot in my stomach lately as I see and hear our national and personal discourse. It feels like a volcano building up pressure. A...

To any regular readers (which is a little presumptuous) – sorry for the gap in blog posts over the last couple of weeks. I’ve had a little blog fatigue. Not ...

I’ve missed a few days of my blog this week, but ever since Thursday I’ve been thinking again about an important but often overlooked day in the Church calen...

For Everything a Season Consider what the writer of Ecclesiastes wrote: For everything there is a season, a time for every activity under heaven. A time to b...

The Nudge Her name was Shannon. She was a junior when I was a sophomore in high school. She was good-looking and popular – two things I was not – but I had i...

Seven years ago this month, our family moved from a house that seemed too big for us into a house that seems increasingly too small for us. It’s not the hous...

Detachment – part 1 In my own reading and thinking lately,* I’ve been struck by the theme of detachment and how essential it is to a healthy life. That needs...

Clean Teeth & Cupcakes I often say, as do many others, that we don’t know whether God causes bad things to happen, or simply allows them to happen; in either...

About Time For me, one of the strangest and most difficult parts of the Coronavirus experience we are living through has to do with time. I was surprised las...

The Body One of the oldest heresies to challenge early Christianity was called Gnosticism. It held that God’s truth was available only to insiders who were t...

It’s a mad, mad, mad, mad world. The 1963 film by that name laughs at the comic absurdity of it. But nobody is laughing when a Family Dollar security guard i...

When you enter a stillness…when you’ve ticked every box on today’s to-do-list…when the children are sleeping…when the television is off…when boredom strikes…w...

The Hound(s) of Heaven Psalm 23 begins with these familiar words: The Lord is my shepherd. Of course, you realize, by saying “the Lord is my shepherd,” you’r...

Thanks-Giving Twenty years ago, when Mary and I were living in England, and November rolled around, like geese headed south we started to think about our Tha...

Breaking Agreements I have a friend who used to live in a large midwestern city infamous for its corruption. (“Vote early and often!”) He experienced what he...

Day 2: Eat this Book And he said to me, “Son of man, eat what is before you, eat this scroll; then go and speak to the people of Israel.” So I opened my mou...

Nature Abhors a Vacuum In my message this past Sunday, I noted that idolatry (or any kind of sin) can’t be uprooted in our hearts merely by good intentions a...

(This blog is a preview of this weekend’s message on rcwestminster.com.) Earlier yesterday afternoon, I heard one of my favorite sounds: thunder. Now, I’ve b...

The Cell and the Coracle I’ve been writing the past couple of days about how the things the world is experiencing the past several weeks have the potential t...