I sat in the crowd watching this grown man crumble in sobs. Every mark of strength and manhood couldn’t stop his emotion. Captivated by his experience, I and the other 13,000 watching people joined him with wet eyes. The Moment Watch this 18-minute video to see if you can resist. The man’s testimony begins around the third minute and consists of a child, now grown man, whose life was changed because someone gave up a few things to make a difference in the world of another. Be sure to watch it... Read Full Story

Peace.      Still.      Rest. Peace in a World of Disturbance The Burden. Ever push to make things happen? When I do, I become anxious, worried, and stressed. All actions feel like my responsibility. Like it’s my fault when it doesn’t go well. Or when it does, the credit is mine. During these times, everything seems to key off of me, what I do, or don’t do, if I’m good enough, or not. I don’t like the stress of that kind of responsibility. The Freedom. When I place myself in the presence of... Read Full Story

Peace.      Still.      Rest. Peace in a World of Disturbance The Burden. Ever push to make things happen? When I do, I become anxious, worried, and stressed. All actions feel like my responsibility. Like it’s my fault when it doesn’t go well. Or when it does, the credit is mine. During these times, everything seems to key off of me, what I do, or don’t do, if I’m good enough, or not. I don’t like the stress of that kind of responsibility. The Freedom. When I place myself in the presence of... Read Full Story

Yesterday’s entry in Streams in the Desert had a stirring poem by Archbishop William Alexander. The poem moved me as it spoke to my heart’s passion. Listen to this… “If I have eaten my morsel alone,” The patriarch spoke with scorn; What would he think of the Church were he shown Heathendom—huge, forlorn, Godless, Christless, with soul unfed, While the Church’s ailment is fullness of bread, Eating her morsel alone? “Freely you have received, so give,” He says, who has given us all. How ... Read Full Story

Yesterday’s entry in Streams in the Desert had a stirring poem by Archbishop William Alexander. The poem moved me as it spoke to my heart’s passion. Listen to this… “If I have eaten my morsel alone,” The patriarch spoke with scorn; What would he think of the Church were he shown Heathendom—huge, forlorn, Godless, Christless, with soul unfed, While the Church’s ailment is fullness of bread, Eating her morsel alone? “Freely you have received, so give,” He says, who has given us all. How ... Read Full Story

Great Master, touch us with Your skillful hands; Let not the music that is in us die! ~Streams, p. 335 That line of poetry pierces into the struggle for my passion and alludes to the difficulties of life. Job said: Is not all human life a struggle? Our lives are like that of a hired hand…who longs for the shade…waiting to be paid. I, too, have been assigned months of futility, long and weary nights of misery (Job 7:1-3). If you’re like me working toward some beautiful ... Read Full Story

Great Master, touch us with Your skillful hands; Let not the music that is in us die! ~Streams, p. 335 That line of poetry pierces into the struggle for my passion and alludes to the difficulties of life. Job said: Is not all human life a struggle? Our lives are like that of a hired hand…who longs for the shade…waiting to be paid. I, too, have been assigned months of futility, long and weary nights of misery (Job 7:1-3). If you’re like me working toward some beautiful ... Read Full Story

Great Master, touch us with Your skillful hands; Let not the music that is in us die! ~Streams, p. 335 That line of poetry pierces into the struggle for my passion and alludes to the difficulties of life. Job said: Is not all human life a struggle? Our lives are like that of a hired hand…who longs for the shade…waiting to be paid. I, too, have been assigned months of futility, long and weary nights of misery (Job 7:1-3). If you’re like me working toward some beautiful ... Read Full Story

    Solitude. Even the word sounds lonely. I admit that sometimes I want to be alone, but never do I want to be lonely. A restricted solitude, like solitary confinement, would be extra brutal. No touch, no interaction, no…nothing from anybody. How can the will to survive remain? Could severe solitude be good?   Some examples in Christian history bear witness that solitude is very fruitful, and possibly more effective than the busyness of Christian ministry or doing good.... Read Full Story

    Solitude. Even the word sounds lonely. I admit that sometimes I want to be alone, but never do I want to be lonely. A restricted solitude, like solitary confinement, would be extra brutal. No touch, no interaction, no…nothing from anybody. How can the will to survive remain? Could severe solitude be good?   Some examples in Christian history bear witness that solitude is very fruitful, and possibly more effective than the busyness of Christian ministry or doing good.... Read Full Story