The Need We didn’t Want

The Need We didn’t Want

The Need We Didn’t Want (mp3)

If Heaven were a cuisine, it would be anything but junk food. It’s spicy. The lemonade is strong. The romaine lettuce is so bitter you can barely swallow it. And that’s what it means to be healthy. Praise God that God doesn’t give us sugar and chocolate every time we ask for it.

The little pockets of sobriety and sanity have kept the darkness at bay for centuries. Islam can’t attack America while Israel stands. Island nations prevent war in Southeast Asia. And truth-telling friends sure are inconvenient—though a lot less inconvenient than the alternatives.  · · · →

Trust Grows Beyond Religion

About two weeks ago, I hit a point of trust with the Lord. Most of my life has centered on trying to overcome the next hurtle. “If I can just get past this problem, then everything will be okay,” I’d always think to myself. But every sea I walk through leads to another challenge, bigger each time. As I age, now at the decrepit and elderly point of wisdom of 33 years old—and as I always think of myself as being more wise now than I will be the very next year—I’m facing the hard reality:

Challenges with need for trusting God only get bigger; those challenges will only seem smaller if my trust grows faster.

That’s not easy, ya know.

At any moment, everything can be taken away. It’s easy to get money in the bank so we can forget that God provides our daily bread. But I don’t want to forget that.  · · · →

People Need a Grandpa

People Need a Grandpa

People Need a Grandpa (mp3)

Common enemies create temporary unity. The American public retains the power in America, regardless of how rich and powerful Washington and its cronies are. That powerful public, though divided by the near-identical bipolar DNA that news-infotainment and Churchianity hold in common, is being stirred to action.

People are pooling money. Tea Party rallies attract Democrats. Pundits comment on “third party” options—even if they dismiss the options, they comment nonetheless. But our infighting hasn’t stopped.

America’s third party won’t be consummated by rallies or funding, but by a grandpa who understands the family and knows the murky river’s fordable crossing.  · · · →