The prayer of the barren.

Jonathan Edwards once wrote, “True religion, in great part, consists in holy affections.” The basic point is that what sets a Christian apart from a demon who sees the glory of God and shudders is that he sees and loves what he sees, even praises it. It’s not merely having the knowledge of God, but…

The delegation failure.

It’s been an amusing thing to watch my two boys respond (or not respond, depending on how you look at it) this afternoon to the instructions given to them—clean up your toys in the living room before dinner. That was at 4:45 pm. It’s 6 pm now. Living room, not clean. My wife and I have…

Behold, your God at work.

When I wake up in the morning, some of the first thoughts to come across the wire are about what I’ve got to do that day. Tasks at work, cut the grass, go to the store, exercise, go to a meeting (the delight of my day), and so on. And since we are creatures made…

The lonely hour.

For whatever reason, one of the biting agonies of suffering—in whatever form it takes— is how it drives us to loneliness and isolation. What we really seem to long for are timely words of truth, for a growing closeness with others, or the answer that will align all the pieces of life’s jigsaw puzzle. Instead, I’m…

Jesus and bourbon.

This evening as we sat around the dinner table post meal in conversation, Benjamin stared me down with his dark five-year-old eyes as I enjoyed a glass of bourbon. After a pensive pause he finally said, “Daddy, do I have to drink bourbon to be a man?” It’s in moments like these that you realize what a powerful…

A view to behold.

Some of the most breathtaking beauty, in my estimation, is found in the Rocky Mountain region of the western United States. People sing the praises of their home country, so I will sing mine of Colorado, of those fourteen thousand foot cathedrals, of the snow-capped heights that reach heaven’s doorstep, of the views that reveal the…

Midwives of the new birth

As I continue to contemplate the reality and miracle of the new birth—God granting life to taste and see the infinite joy in his Son—I’ve been reminded often of the “midwives” who helped deliver me through that process. What’s brought me back to these old country roads of my life is my friend Davin, who…