God created all of us, and our job is to share His gospel with others. This doesn't mean we're supposed to browbeat unbelievers or malign their name. Our world is currupt enough without turning our faith into a tool of corruption. When we do that, when we use Jesus as a way to bully others, we aren't doing His works, we're doing Satan's.
No amount of police shaming or race shaming is going to fix what is wrong with our world. Neither will stereotyping, race-baiting, or hashtagging. Truthfully, the color of a person's skin is the least of our worries. Sin doesn't care what color our skin is, it simply looks for a chink in our armor. We don't need other countries to destroy us, they just have to sit back and wait for us to destroy ourselves--to allow sin to destroy us, one choice at a time.
The world is falling apart around us, and the news is overzealously covering it, social media has once again elected itself judge, jury and executioner; and God hasn't just been forgotten, he has been turned into a disease too many people want to be vaccinated against. Humanity's problem isn't guns, or even racism. Humanity's problem… Continue reading Hashtag This.
Three days ago we scattered my father's ashes in the Puget Sound. A place he'd always loved. The week leading up to the memorial was rough and emotions ran high with everyone. I wanted nothing more than to forget about the whole thing and keep my father's ashes on my shelf, because as soon as they were removed from their place of honor, lonliness enveloped me. He'd been there since February, a constant companion in my home. It was time to let him go, but I wasn't sure I was ready.
Some days are easier than others. There are great days, and then there are days when I'd rather never get out of bed again. On those days even sunshine doesn't seem as bright, and I am reminded just how imperfect I really am.
Today would have been my father's birthday. I've been aware of the date my whole life, and for the past few weeks I've seen the date staring at me from the calendar. Up until this morning I hadn't realized it would be so hard to breathe when the day actually arrived. It became very obvious… Continue reading Happy Birthday
On January 31, 2015, my father passed away. In the last few months he had become someone I didn't recognize--the man with strong convictions and an analytic mind had disappeared. In his place was someone who was angry, and emotional. In all my years growing up I can count on one hand the number of… Continue reading Heal My Heart, LORD
On December 30, a dear friend of my niece's went home to the LORD. She was a young woman with plans and dreams. She was a new mom with a little boy about the same age as my own son. Her loss was as unexpected to her family as it was to my niece. Although I didn't… Continue reading Loss