Thy Grace is Sufficient

a·pos·tate –noun 1. a person who forsakes his religion, cause, party, etc. her·e·tic –noun 1. a professed believer who maintains religious...

The folks at Kleenex are doing a good thing : Update. Turns out the band that composed the music are Christ followers.....

Anger is a delicate balance. On one hand, if you constantly fly off the handle, you get labeled as mean spirited and judgmental. However, ...

Today, for the first time in years, I sat through most of the Superbowl. I had hopes that the commercials would be, as is usually the case,...

Sometimes it feels to me like the NBA has one up on the Church. In the NBA, if you get fouled too hard, and then really ticked at somebody, ...

At the office. Need to take a mental vacation, if just for a minute. I would much rather be here right now.

And sometimes, I think my life feels difficult. I have no clue.....

As I approach the mid-century mark in age (cut me open and count the rings), I am rediscovering (refiguring?) a sense of call for my life. B...

Tonight, after a busy week of real life and hardly any blogging, comes more from the mind of Steve Hayner on the Missional church . Remember...

I am not sure who I identify with more here....

Jumbo sized. Super size me. Mega. Ultra. Massive. These are the sacred words of our culture. And sadly, they seem to have become the sacred ...

About 18 months ago, we lost a dear friend who was only 36. Her name was Julie, and I have written about her here , and here . She was in t...

When you Google the term "nerd", you get this photo. My daughter thought that my score, below, was funny....

I will admit, I have been interested in all the heat and light that seems to have developed around Barack Obama during the past several mont...

Can we get this clear? I am not typically an impulse buyer. But recently, I strayed from the straight and narrow, and picked up this amazing...

This post is a continuation of these thoughts , and is based on this outstanding paper . What we have now, in the current church, often has...

This was not an ordinary ordinary Sunday. For a number of years, it has been a tradition in our church on the first Sunday of the new year, ...

Lets face it. The old way of doing things is shot. Even the way in which we did things 10 years ago is full of holes. There are a few ins...

Our family has a really funny, cute, and lively little nephew named Tim. Tim is about four years old now, but when he was a really little g...

I have been asked by my old (well not that old) friend Julie to post five wierd things about myself. What better way to start the new year?...

This has been a week to remember the average guy. The guy who does his job (even if it happens to be President) each day, is kind to his ne...

I am continuing to revel in the simple beauty of James Taylor's Christmas Album , late to the party as I am. Tonight, I am listening to ...

Sometimes I think I live in a cave. James Taylor has a new Christmas album, and I had no idea, until the other day when my buddy John told m...

Its Boxing Day 2006. The day after Christmas. Last night we were part of a large festive party with friends and family old and new from chur...

And to all, a good night.

Alright.... here is another reason the Internet is completely cool. Just imagine it, uptight Presbyterians, making a difference. Wonderful...

There is a train that runs through our town. For some reason, I like to walk the dog to the Mission Street Station of the Metro, and sit fo...

The simple joys of Christmas are all around us.....

Alright. I have to get this off my chest. I am bothered by a growing trend among many of the Christmas "family pictures" we get e...

About 10 days ago, I spent a remarkable day in a conference room in Pasadena. Eight hours, drinking from a fire hose. I spent it here , with...

Advent. A time of waiting. T his song expresses for me much of what my faith means to me. May it mean something deep, and rich, and mysterio...

Today, as I was walking back to my office late in the day, my cell phone rang. It was my Dad, who is nearly 87. He was calling from the reti...