It really happened.

It really happened. The Gospel is a resurrection story. In fact, it’s a resurrection history. It’s not a myth. It’s not one man’s claim to revelation. It’s not just a code of ethics. It’s grounded in history. The center of the Jesus-faith is not a compilation of positive moral exhortations; it flows out of a real human that lived a […]

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Reflections on my 7-day old

You’d think it would get old. One week ago our little bundle of 8 lbs and 13 oz entered the world and changed our lives. As she was drifting off to sleep today, I couldn’t help but stare at this image of raw beauty, vulnerability, and potential. I’m in love. It wasn’t just a glance, it was a gaze. There’s something glorious about a baby. We all know that. The thing is, this isn’t my first rodeo in the daddy department; this is number eight. Somehow I thought it would start to get old, but it doesn’t. I see things in this little girl I can’t even put into words. And it leaves me curious. What do the angels see? Scripture says the angels don’t stop gazing at the beauty of God. What if their bowing before his throne is not coercion? What if they don’t keep gazing and praising because they’re forced labor? What if it’s the only natural response to what their eyes are being exposed to? Think about these eyes. “The four living creatures, each having six wings, were full of eyes around and within. And they do not rest day or night, saying: Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty, who was and is and is to come!” (Revelation 4:8) I won’t pretend to comprehend the implications of six wings and a multitude of eyes, but I’ll tell you this. Everything God creates is made to thrive in […]

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Drunk people suffer better

Drunk people suffer better. Don’t tune me out. I was severely challenged this week by Robbie Johnson’s call to suffer from 1 Peter. We don’t go looking for pain; but we have to stop wasting our lives avoiding it. I kept seeing this image of the butter knife in my head. Why are we running from the butter knives of rejection when our forefathers joyfully endured the swords of martyrdom, while saying, “Oh that I had a thousand lives, that I would give them all up for Jesus?” When I thought about the radical commitment of our persecuted faith family around the world it hit me. Our lives are far too dry. I kept thinking about the ancient proverb that says to “give strong drink” to a suffering and dying man. Lacking the pain killers we have today, of course, an afflicted man would drink a strong drink to help him deal with the pain, the threats, and the fear confronting him. Drunk people don’t experience suffering the same way that dry people do. It’s the same reason a lot of white guys need a little “help” before they hit the dance floor. Lacking the skills, the alcohol helps them lower their inhibitions and step out, since you’d have to be drunk to look like they do in public. But drunk people don’t care. And that’s the point. And, to some degree, that’s the secret to suffering. In Ephesians 5 the […]

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