Monday, July 20, 2020


The more I've traveled and have seen how others live and have to deal with things that I can’t even understand, the more I’ve realized that many times my definition of what really matters most in life is way out of whack.

The things we place value on and the things people in Africa or Mexico or Ecuador place value on are so very different.

I remember this principle becoming crystal clear to me a few years back while building some houses in Mexico with my youth group. We had a large group that particular year so we split up and actually built three houses in a very poor community along the Rio Grande in a village known as JP Mendez.

The church was the center of the community and the houses (12x16 shelters with no electricity and no running water) were all about a half mile walk to the church. Each day we met at the church, got our plan together and walked to the building site to begin the day’s work.

Wednesday, July 1, 2020


I've been thinking a lot about faith in the midst of difficulties and trials lately.

Maybe it's because of the really heavy load that people in my sphere seem to be carrying these days, or maybe it's just God trying to get my attention that no matter what He's right beside us every step of the way.

I was reading in Colossians today and when I got to verses 13 and 14 in chapter 1 it hit me all over again. God did so much for me and He's not about to leave me hanging!

Colossians 1:13-14 says ...For he has rescued us from the kingdom of darkness and transferred us into the Kingdom of his dear Son, who purchased our freedom and forgave our sins.

Now I've read these verses hundreds of times but apparently the Holy Spirit wanted me to grapple with some descriptive verbs that seemed to just jump off the page (or actually the screen from my Bible app) and smack me around with a powerful reality when I'm down or grumbling or whining or tempted to book a venue and cater my own pity party.