Are you bold when you pray? I'd not given the question much thought until recently. We were out at the camper—Saturday morning. It's breakfast time, which means six-year-old Ava is on one of my knees, and four-year-old Emma is on the other (our standard practice). I say a prayer of thanks for the meal that goes something like this: Dear Lord, Thank you for our food. You are so good to us. Thank you for letting us be together out here at the camper. It’s like a giant present. Before I can say Amen, Ava blurts out loudly, “And please…
Who–me? Repent?
Like many workplaces, Moody has a wellness program that encourages employees to pursue a healthier lifestyle. You watch educational videos, do fitness exercises, and take a healthy eating lifestyle class—that sort of thing. For every course you take, you get points. When you earn enough points, you earn the reward: $20/month off the cost of your insurance. But here’s the thing. This is really about repentance! They want me to repent from my five-layered Taco Bell burrito. They want me to turn away from lounging on the couch while binge-watching TV. They want me to repent from my daily can…
First Reactions
I saw a strange sight. While waiting for the train, a shabby-looking man fiddled with the parking meter behind me. His bunched-up pants were way too big for his skinny waist. I was confused by how his fingers mashed the parking meter panel with such intensity. As if he'd somehow been cheated out of change (or was hoping to find some?). Then I looked down and noticed the guy had no shoes—only filthy socks, well-worn. They had been white in another world, but long ago, they'd morphed into a muddy gray. As the train approached, I wondered what this guy…
Our True Selves
Nassau, Bahamas—the fifth busiest cruise port in the world. At Port Nassau, they can dock six massive cruise ships simultaneously. And nearly 100 ships do so monthly, bringing some 20,000 cruise passengers who tour Nassau daily. My wife and I are just back from an anniversary trip to the Bahamas (no cruise—just a few days in the sun). There, we observed Port Nassau passengers immediately ushered to a pristinely manicured neighborhood. The "Straw Market" is a collection of upscale shops and eateries with more diamond stores than any street I've ever walked. And this is the only version of Nassau…
Who Do You Love More?
Tree sap. Dust. Grime. They transformed our once-beige storage unit into a grimy gray. But I was sure the power washer would bring a quick restoration. Begrudgingly, the filth gave way, but at a snail's pace. The cleaning process was so slow I decided to entertain my wife by "drawing" the outline of a big heart on the lid of the storage unit using the jet stream of water. Because four-year-olds rarely miss anything, that drawing did not escape little Emma, who inquired of my wife, "Who put that heart on there?" “Grandpa did.” “Is it because he loves me?”…
Sin is the Enemy!
As Christians, we’re angry. We’re angry that educators and legislators are attempting to deny parents any say in the sexual choices of their own children. We’re angry that criminals are put back on the street without posting bail. We’re angry that concerned parents who speak up at school meetings are branded as domestic terrorists. We’re angry about a lot of things. But we’re wise to test our anger against the standards of Scripture. It’s okay to be angry about sin. It’s okay to hate sin—we must! But it’s not okay to hate sinners. Have you noticed that many Christians seem…
Proud–Like a Fly
Imagine a pile of dead files shaped like an Angel Food cake. Disgusting, right? That’s what our fly trap looks like. It’s a green mesh cylinder with an inverted cone featuring an opening the size of a nickel. Attracted by smelly bait, the flies crawl into that hole, one by one. All day. Every day. Once inside the fabric cylinder, they flitter about. Eventually, they lose interest and want to leave the party. But they don’t. Instead, they flutter against the trap walls, figuring there must be an exit "out there." Or they zoom up to the top of the…
They Want Your Phone Number–Desperately
I am weary of apps and websites determined to collect my mobile number. From Amazon to eBay, we're assured the request is merely for our "safety," perhaps as a backup so they can contact us in an "emergency." But these aren't doctors. They're digital distractions! Still, they seem rabidly preoccupied with having me surrender my number. And the reason they want it is access. They want access to my wallet, my vote, and my mind. But I resent the demand…ur request. I really don't want every business (or shyster) in the world to be able to tell me about The…
Remembering Mike Kellogg
Frankly, I was struggling—in need of an honest perspective, That’s when I reached out to Mike Kellogg. A mentor at Moody Radio, Mike was the much-beloved voice heard on Music Thru the Night. I was in the process of becoming ordained and needed a second set of eyes on a sermon outline. As I handed him my stack of note pages, his eyes were laser locked onto mine. More than a stare, it was more like a glare. Glasses slid half-down his nose, he jostled those papers on his (always) cluttered desk. Then he growled as he graveled, “This had…
He Just Blesses Us!
At 40, he was dead—and nobody knew. For several days, his body slumped, then stiffened in the Lazy-boy chair—his favorite. Finally, someone called the police, suggesting a wellness check. Just hours after his body was hauled away, my son Tim was asked to help clean out the house. “We’ll pay ya,” he was told. The money sounded good, as Tim was on the hunt for a pair of high-quality speakers. But a casket full of cash would not be worth what he encountered there next. Knee-high garbage proved this guy was well on his way to becoming a hoarder. There…