Category Theology

A Poem: The Farmer and The Bird

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

“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…

Joy to the World

Three crosses silhouetted against a golden sky.

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 Morally Confused People

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

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…

Unity in a Divided Nation

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

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…

Ideas have Consequences

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

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…

A Radical Message

One open red tulip among green, unopened tulip buds.

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…

The Meaning of Christmas

Frost-covered plants sparkling in soft blue winter light.

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.…

Sandpaper For The Soul

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

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…