Did anybody else have this game growing up?
Good, clean pun for the whole family.
You know, the one with the board that looked like a Sunday School felt board:
Four players only, get your own stinkin’ rainbow.
And the tokens that looked a little too much like communion wafers:
Choking hazard? Maybe, but it’s a holy choking hazard.
In our family, this game taught a very important lesson: Jesus is always the answer.
Unless it isn’t.
And then the answer is probably John.
Well, the next time you play, here’s one more name that will come in handy:
Enoch. Continue reading
By faith Abel offered to God a better sacrifice than Cain, through which he obtained the testimony that he was righteous, God testifying about his gifts, and through faith, though he is dead, he still speaks.
Hebrews 11:4 [NASB]
Have you ever read the story of Cain and Abel and wondered where, exactly, Cain went wrong? I mean, here we have Cain bringing an offering to God of his own accord and God flat out denies him. So far as we know, Cain didn’t know anything about requirements – Leviticus and the Law were generations away. But God says “no” and we are left with “why?” Continue reading
Every cloud has a silver lining.
At least that is what they say. And by “they,” I mean “we.” And by “we,” I mean “me.”
I know I have said it. You know you have, too.
I want you to do something with me, at least as a mental exercise: Take out a piece of paper. Write that saying down nice and big. Underline it. Highlight it. Circle the key words.
Now crumple it up and throw it away.
For too long we have accepted the usage of this idiom as some sort of balm, a way to foster positive thinking. As believers, this phrase should have no place in our lexicon. It is empty encouragement that is – at best – limited and short sighted, and – at worst – downright unbiblical. Continue reading
I find it especially helpful to write when I pray – something about my pencil scratching across the page seems to drown out the distractions, focus my thoughts, and helps me set aside the laundry list of things (like laundry) waiting for me at the other end of my time. I write about scripture, I work through fears and doubts, I thank God for things, I ask Him what the hell is going on with my life (seriously, if I had a pair of shoes for every time that one came up…), I process.
Sometimes, though, I set aside my agenda, I turn off what is left of my filter, and I listen. And I write.