It's hard to dull the pain of losing someone we love. We know the verses. We know the promises. We know God's incredible, wonderful, beautiful plan....
Volume 3
These blogs are included in The Very Best of Sabbath Thoughts, Volume 3.
Listen
We have so many tools designed to amplify our voices. We can shout louder, be heard by more people than ever before. Your status update, your tweet...
The Cost of Vision
Some bad days you can see coming from a mile away. It's the little things that give it away, usually. Maybe you stub your toe first things after...
Breathe
In Exodus 23:12, the Hebrew word for "refreshed" comes from the verb naphash (H5314). It's a primitive root that means to breathe, to be breathed...
Finding the Lonely Places in an Overly-Connected World
Ding. I hate that noise. No matter how hard I try, it's impossible to keep my brain from honing in on the source with laser-like accuracy. Ding....
Boulderdash (or, “Lessons I Learned From the Giant Foam Rocks Hurtling Toward My Face”)
There are three big reasons I go to the Winter Family Weekend: the seminars, the fellowship, and the Fun Fair. I go for the seminars because they...
Yesterday, Today, and Forever
Congratulations on the purchase of your brand new electronic device! Because we've crammed it full of all the latest technologies and software,...
Hidden Imperfections
It's not easy being perfect. At least, that's what I hear. I wouldn't know. Perfection is a goal of mine, but I'm having a ridiculously hard time...
“Are You for Us?”
Imagine, for a moment, being alone with your thoughts…and then looking up to find a man standing in front of you, holding a sword. It's not like he...
Whiter Than Snow
I wonder how long David hated himself for what he did to Uriah. I wonder how long it took for him to be able to look at Bathsheba without thinking...
Wings Like Eagles
There's a melancholy feeling I get whenever I look at an abandoned house. To some people, it's just an eyesore. I see the former home of a million...
A Spiritual Stockholm
August 23, 1973 was a normal day at work for employees of Stockholm, Sweden’s Kreditbanken—normal, at least, until Jan-Erik Olsson entered the bank...