Article archive

A cross on a rocky hill beneath a golden sky.

A Bright & Gloomy Easter

I never would have imagined that my first Easter as pastor would be preached to an audience of one. I never would have imagined a room full of empty chairs. Easter is normally one of the biggest days of the…

A small orange-breasted bird perched on a mossy branch.

A Poem: The Farmer and The Bird

“Perhaps you have heard the story of the bird who was finding a place to nest. A place neither too warm, nor frigidly cold, that was dry and protected him best. Not easy to see from the sky or a…

Three crosses silhouetted against a golden sky.

Joy to the World

When I was young, Easter was definitely lower on my list of holiday favorites. How could it compare to opening presents on Christmas morning, or trick or treating at Halloween? Sure, we got Easter baskets with some candy, but growing…

A large question mark drawn in white chalk on a blackboard.

A Morally Confused People

In case you missed it, we are now living in a post-Christian era. Sure, much of the vestiges of our nation’s past embracement of Christianity’s virtues are still here, for now, but the drumbeat of the 60’s sexual revolution is…

A chain of paper people holding hands and casting shadows on a wooden surface.

Unity in a Divided Nation

When thinking of a word to describe the current cultural and political mood, unity is probably the last word that comes to mind. Factions, tribalism, or dissension would be more fitting. But in the midst of an angry and outraged…

An illuminated light bulb hanging in front of softly glowing lights.

Ideas have Consequences

I recently read a shocking statistic from a study by the Barna Research Group that only 9 percent of professing Christians hold to a biblical worldview. It’s no wonder then that today’s Christians show little difference in how they live…

One open red tulip among green, unopened tulip buds.

A Radical Message

I was recently reading about Jeffrey Dahmer, an American serial killer who committed the rape, murder, and dismemberment of 17 men and boys. The depths of evil that Dahmer went to are too hideous to describe in detail here, but…

Frost-covered plants sparkling in soft blue winter light.

The Meaning of Christmas

I never get tired of the Christmas story. The idea that the almighty, infinite God, the Creator of the universe, became a baby, a crying, smelly, helpless baby, is so unlike anything we could have ever imagined on our own.…

Strips of sandpaper in shades of blue, brown, and orange.

Sandpaper For The Soul

This December I am turning 36 years old. I’m no longer a young adult, nor am I yet seasoned with the stripes of gray hair that I suspect are creeping right around the corner. While I’ve lived a very blessed…