Thursday Thought

As I look back, it’s embarrassing. My computer mouse acted sluggishly. You could grab that mouse and whip it diagonally from one corner of the screen up to the other, and the cursor would move, but only sluggishly. At times, it appeared to freeze for a second. But was it my imagination that the lag times were getting longer? The mouse appeared to be pausing, halting randomly. Because the mouse is such a crucial part of any computer workflow, my productivity slowed down (though my pulse sped up!). Over time, it became apparent I wasn't just imagining things. That mouse…

JT and his wife had prayed earnestly for his church’s VBS, prayed that God would bring in kids who needed to hear about the love of Jesus. But JT was not prepared for God’s answer, nor did he particularly approve of the Almighty’s student selection for the class that he and his wife would lead. Elliot was loud, undisciplined, and unpredictable. He was also, it strongly appeared, on the autistic spectrum. Instead of singing along with the worship band, Elliot cried—the noise being too much. When others waved their worship streamers to the beat, Elliot thrashed his entire body. Instead…

Have you ever met anyone who has shipwrecked their faith? You've likely heard of the "exvangelical" movement. These people grew up in evangelical churches but have since "de-identified" from evangelicalism. They've walked away from their faith. According to a Religion in Public blog, between four and five percent of the American population can be classified as exvangelical. Personally, I’m weary of reading their stories. What’s behind this trend? Exvangelicals – A Note on Size and Sources Actually, it’s nothing new. Paul saw it coming in his day, which is why he wrote in 1 Timothy 1:18,19, “This command I entrust to…

It happened at Hogansville. I refer to the Georgia town 60 miles southwest of Atlanta. From a glance out the window, there isn't much going on in Hogansville, population 3,267. Unless, of course, you're into hummingbirds. Here, Hogansville shines. Since 1998, they have faithfully hosted an annual Hummingbird event, billed as "Midwest Georgia's Favorite Fall Festival." But it was a sign on a tree—not a bird at a fair— that caught my eye on Interstate 85 as we rolled past the outskirts of Hogansville. The letters popped out in fire engine red on a day-glow yellow diamond shape. There were…

He was born in a broken neighborhood in East Los Angeles. When his parents divorced, his heart and home were broken. Statistically speaking, Frank would likely never amount to anything but trouble. Yet God had his hand on Frank. After graduating from a Christian university, Frank sensed a call to evangelism and scheduled a series of meetings in the summer of 1961. Yolanda remembers. She was 15, babysitting at the home of a liberal mainline pastor’s family. “I honestly don’t think he was saved,” Yolanda recalls. But Yolanda was spiritually hungry and wanted to study the Bible. When she mentioned…

Six-year-old Emma possesses a charming urge to give gifts. As a nature lover, her gifts are often like the one she presented me last week: a leaf. But leaves don’t last, and that’s a hard lesson for little ones to learn. I suspect it’s a reality most of us adults struggle with, as well. Whether we’re blessed with little—or a lot—we want the good stuff to last forever. But… Leaves don’t last forever. Flowers don’t last forever. Looks don’t last forever. Dream jobs don’t last forever. Health doesn’t last forever. Houses don’t last forever.  Spouses don’t last forever—not in the…

It was barely six o’clock in the morning, but the sun was so high—and the humidity with it—sunglasses seemed to beg for their own wiper blades. Humid or not, Jack launched into his Scripture memory work. In his hand, he held a laminated card featuring the text of Psalm 27. He was working on verse eight: When you said, "Seek my face," my heart said to you, "I shall seek your face, Lord. Again and again, Jack worked that phrase over as he hoofed his way toward the office: “I shall seek your face, Lord. I shall seek your face,…

Do you snack between meals? Probably. Americans spend 135 billion annually on snacks—almost $500 per person. And get this—44% of us spend more on snack food than Netflix. Snacks account for more than a quarter of U.S. food and beverage spending. As a toddler, our daughter Lynnette was the poster child for snackers. It got to the point where my wife set out a Cheerios-inspired yellow bowl with snacks to tame Lynnette's appetite. She snacked her way through the day. And so do many of us. But are we that hungry for God's presence? How many of us PRAY our…

When it comes to antisemitism, the last 30 days have been ugly. Justin Kron of the Kesher Project put together the following assessment of the last 30 days: Kanye West—an artist with a following of nearly 30 million people, more than double the global Jewish population—released a song and music video titled “Heil Hitler.”  Mosab Abu Toha, who denied that hostages were abducted on October 7th, won a Pulitzer Prize. A student at Temple University recorded himself ordering bar service with a sign that reads "F*** the Jews," which went viral on social media. After being publicly chastised by Dave…

Do you like to fish? About 60 million Americans do—women and men. And we shell out a collective total of 115 billion dollars annually on fishing lures, fishing boats, and fishing trips. I've been on four unforgettable half-day fishing charters. But could I be frank with you? I know very little about fishing—almost nothing! However, I've observed that invariably, the captain knows the right place, the right time, the right bait, and the right technique! The captain scans for fish, baits the hooks, sets the downriggers—he does it all. With a typical half-day morning charter, you get up at 4:00…