Our world… our view of heaven and God, seem to be driven by our human egos. I struggle with liking to play games. My family and friends love to spend time together playing cards, dominos, and such. Nearly everyone I know likes to watch sports and cheer for their favorite team. I struggle with it…
The thought of you. So many times I have told my amazing wife “I am not only in love with you, but I have been in love, with the thought of you, all my life”. God is a thought. A thought we all start out being in love with. That thought comes from a place…
Until we learn to talk seriously about the sermon on the mount and the beatitudes we will never truly know the heart of Christ. There the primary language is unlearning… letting go… surrendering… serving. Our western religious ideas are more about climbing and not about descending. We are fixated on doing it right. On being…
My conversation with him was one of listening. Listening to how he could never do enough, or be good enough, for his parents. He could never be good enough to please God… or so he was taught. At which he said “why even try”. He told me he was estranged from his parents and wasn’t…
Over the past half century we have reached the moon. We have split the atom. We cloned animals and human flesh. In the past twenty years we have discovered an endless space. We use to believe there were six stars for every human. Now we know there are six galaxies for every human. Our phone…
The moon… cold and void… moved in line with the sun. Our sun. The source of light and human existence. The star that shines the light of Gods’ brilliance and provides life energy to everything it illuminates. On that day recently, and only for a brief moment, the moon covered the Sun. The feeling was…
They hate us! They try more often than not to show their hatred. It has become a life issue. Why? Not sure… but it seems to grow and fester as any disease does. We pray, but God has not softened their hearts yet, but hope is there. So many have said we should hate back! …
I hadn’t seen her in sometime and to greet her brought joy. We talked about family and moms. I then asked about her boys. As we talked about her gay son her comments made my heart hurt. “I know God still loves him? I think God still cares about him?” When a child’s own mother…
I was researching for a topic that puzzles me. I know the bible is a living document. It moves… it changes… it grows…. So many times I read a verse I have study my whole life, then suddenly I see something new. Why did I never see this before? Do you ever wonder why God…