Ecstasy without Transformation

The other day I came across an article in a local newspaper from sometime in the summer, because, you know, I like to stay on top of things. The article was describing the best Christians in the city of Seattle, so naturally, I was looking for my own name. Hey, I’ve only been in town…

The Hard Work of Surrender

This morning I was reading about Zedekiah, king of Israel, who was at the helm during the siege fall of Jerusalem. I always thought that he must have been an evil man. After all, if you are in charge during the most traumatic event in biblical history, nobody is going to mistake you for a…

Hurtling toward Home

How many times have you moved this year?   I had not thought of that one so I had to take a second. At the beginning of last summer, I lived in the hallowed halls of the Mountain Lodge Apartments in Birmingham, Alabama. I had been there for over three years, which to this point,…

The Wonder of Dewy Fleece

This morning I read the story of Gideon and his fleece and, if I am being honest, this may have been the first time in my life I have taken more than a minute to think about what may be perhaps the most mundane story in the bible. The book of Judges is filled with…

Two Voices, Each Day

Lately, I have been struggling for something to say. What can we say, after all, that has yet to be said? The wisdom of King Solomon strikes again. Of making many books there is no end, and much study is a weariness to the flesh. And this was true before the moveable-type printing press, let…

Early Birds and the Economy of God

Sometimes I think the hardest part of Christianity is letting God be God. I always think there is a better way, a painless way, an easy way. I can’t speak for you, I guess, but I am after a theology of glory rather than a theology of the cross. Or to put it more clearly,…