Identity is too important to entrust to attractions. We need a greater, more reliable Source to tell us who we are and what our sexuality is for.
Against or For?
It seems it’s difficult these days to say anything challenging gay marriage without being looked as a bigot, a religious zealot, or a hater. In response, many have gotten quiet. But I can’t. Not so much because I’m opposed to gay marriage (though I am), but because I love homosexual men and women. For the past 15 years, I’ve had the privilege of meeting and walking alongside hundreds of men and...
Spin
I remember as a teenager taking a corner too fast on a snowy road in my step-dad’s car. The car spun out of control and slammed into the side of the street. My brother got out to assess the damage while I sat anxiously inside. Through the front windshield I read his lips: “You’re dead.” Sometimes life’s like this. We hit an icy stretch, we mess up, and we long to hear from a loving Father...
When You Can’t Do God’s Will
Jesus stood up to impossibility. Like the brave kid on the playground who finally tells the bully to knock it off, Jesus walked right up to impossibilities and punched them in the teeth. And the blind saw, the lame walked, the sinner was washed clean, and the outcast came to dinner. This is so important for you and I today. We seek to faithfully live out God’s will for marriage and...
Humdrum Love
I love new music. When I’m introduced to a new song I like, it finds its way onto every playlist I make for the next several months. Then at some point, I press play and find these young, spry songs have become worn, predictable ones. This can happen in the realm of words, too. Words that once stirred or inspired us can, over time, become tired and formulaic. We end up skipping over them without...
Pancakes . . . and Passion
We have a Saturday morning tradition in my house: pancakes. Banana-Cinnamon-and-Honey pancakes, Blueberry-Pear pancakes, Apple-Walnut-and-Brown-Sugar pancakes, and the “Kitchen Sink” pancakes that include dregs from all the previous batches and anything else dad decides to throw in. My kids love it. Well, they love the eating part. They hate the waiting part. We adults are hardly...
