"I have heard of a land On the faraway strand 'Tis a beautiful home of the soul Built by Jesus on high There we never shall die 'Tis the land where we'll never grow old..."
I’ve discovered, to my surprise, I don’t really know how to have fun. Part of the problem is I really…
There’s a certain odd hush that comes upon a town at Christmas Eve.
It’s not that people aren’t still working — those days when everyone got off work for Christmas are gone. But a calm still descends as families gather, and the majority of stores shut off their lights and workers head home.
That’s the…
A few years back, I wrote a song about gossip called “BIG MOUTH”. To soften some of the tough truths in the lyrics, I set the song in the context of an old Science Fiction movie from the 50s. The Big Mouth destroying the church was a gigantic monster, stomping on steeples like Godzilla did…
I love the rhythm of the week that finally winds down into a sleepy Saturday. With our two little girls, it’s the one day we get to sleep late. Since Sundays are usually full at church, we try to keep our Saturdays slow and easy.
Saturdays can be deceptive, though. We trudge through the early…
My girls are taking swimming lessons now. One has almost perform form on her strokes. Watching her swim is a thing of beauty.
But the other one? She flails about like a goose trying to take off. Her arms flap on top of the water like a basset hound’s oversized ears.
Does watching her give…
I remember a friend of mine in Florida who made a big push for his church to hand out bottles of water on the beach during the summer.
“We want to show people the love of Jesus!” Ok, that’s important.
“We want people to know we care!” Well, sure we do.
“So here’s what we’re…
This morning as I awoke, the thoughts of Robin Williams’ death barged into my mind again. I'd never met him, but like millions around the world, his apparent suicide has left me troubled as if he were a family member. This is one we all feel more than we logically should.
Did anyone not love Robin…
There is no more obvious indicator of spiritual decay or deadness than disdain for the joyful worship of others. None.
I’ve seen it in church after church, and heard it from scores of worship leaders in multiple denominations. Every one of them has dealt with someone or a group of someones who bristle at…
Most of us know worship from the church we grew up in, and I’m no exception. I remember the Organ prelude, the Call to Worship by the choir, the hymns, the Welcome (turn around and shake hands with people like you care). There was some sort of choir anthem and a solo we called the…
Seriously, when was the last time you heard someone say something positive about their church’s worship music?
I don’t blame them. There’s no surer way to get myself in a deep funk (and I don’t mean the musical kind) than to watch some church’s live stream on Sunday afternoon after my own worship leading is…
The lady was in her 90s, seated by a window with a spectacular view of the golf course landscaping outside. She had been an artist, and her oil paintings decorated many of the walls around us. Her condo was not elaborate but tastefully decorated. I guess that’s what you’d expect from an artist.
“I didn’t…
A friend reposted a question on her Facebook page from John Tesh’s radio show. The puffy-haired spokesman, best known for his stint on Entertainment Tonight, asked:
“When you get to heaven, who are you going to look for first?”
The answers were probably what you’d expect.
There were about 100 “mommas”
Lots of deceased spouses. …
