Music of the rock group Kansas takes me back to my high school days. I particularly remember the hauntingly beautiful harmonies of “Dust in the Wind.” The sound would echo in my head days after I listened to it on the radio. Who could… Continue Reading “Choosing a Forever Life”
It was the first week of my summer vacation after finishing the 3rd grade. There was an unexpected knock on our front door. The teacher who had started the school year and then disappeared in the spring on maternity leave stood there. In her… Continue Reading “Choosing Kindness”
I was in Lhasa, Tibet the first time I saw someone physically bow in worship to a statue. The Buddhist temple was filled with smoky incense, and dozens of people prostrated before a grinning image. Sunday-school stories of the ancient Israelites giving offerings to… Continue Reading “Choosing God’s Definition of Love”
I was in Lhasa, Tibet the first time I saw someone physically bow in worship to a statue. The Buddhist temple was filled with smoky incense, and dozens of people prostrated before a grinning image. Sunday-school stories of the ancient Israelites giving offerings to… Continue Reading “Choosing God’s Definition of Love”
I was the new kid, knowing no one and no one knowing me. Having just moved in from out of state, trying out for the football team as a high-school freshman was my uncharacteristically bold way of seeking connections. But half-way through the first… Continue Reading “Choosing Irrational Relationships”
Someone once pulled me aside after a class I taught and said something close to the following: “I can’t believe that God is loving. He put people in the Garden along with a tree He told them not to touch, saying it would lead… Continue Reading “Choosing to Choose”
I first wrote the words “I love you” in a note to a girl when I was in the 5th grade. It felt good. And the feeling was even better when I received a note back with the same words. A core belief took… Continue Reading “Choosing to Love, John 3:16 Style”
As I pulled up to the stop light in a Dallas suburb, I mumbled, “Right, left or straight?” The word “right” lingered in my mind, so I made the turn. My knuckles were white on the steering wheel and every muscle in my body… Continue Reading “Choosing to Hear God on His Terms”
Some things terrify me! What if there’s no one I know in the dining room to sit with? That’s the haunting question for an introvert traveling to speak at other YWAM bases. I wish I didn’t feel that dread in the center of my… Continue Reading “Choosing Love Over Fear”