The Dangerous Trap of “Always Wanting More” (And Why You Can’t Stop Chasing It)
Some days I can’t wait to get out of bed and get moving. Moving toward what? Nothing in particular. But staying still means I’m boring, doesn’t it? Surely the next best thing is just over the hill or beyond that rainbow over there. What rainbow, you ask?…
The Dangerous Lie of “That’s Just How I Am” (And How to Break Old Habits)
When the work quiets and we have a moment to ourselves, old habits sometimes stir. They lie low in the grass, just beyond our sight, waiting for a familiar thought to bring us close. Following that thought home feels natural. We lived there a long time.…
Faith Beyond the Thunder: Why Picking Up the Hammer Is Sacred Work
“From dust you came, and to dust you will return.” For years I heard that mostly as a sentence about endings. Lately, I hear something else in it. Dust is ordinary. Soil. Stone. Wood. Water. Bread. Hands. Maybe that is why so much of life is ordinary…
When the Past Returns Uninvited: Why Remembering Isn’t the Same as Remaining
There are moments when the past returns without being invited. A song.The smell of rain on warm pavement.A particular kind of afternoon light.A voice remembered so clearly that for a second the years between seem unreasonable. Memory does that. It does…
Retiring From Work, Not From Purpose: Embracing the Call to Teach and Serve
I can retire from work. There will come a day when I no longer clock in, no longer work the long nights, no longer answer to schedules, reports, alarms, meetings, and the endless machinery that keeps a working life moving. I can retire from a job. But I…
What Did Inspiration Feel Like? Exploring the Human Side of Scripture
I wonder what it felt like. Not what inspiration means. We can study that. We can read the passages, trace the doctrine, argue over words and meanings. I mean what did it feel like to be there? To sit with a piece of parchment in front of you, ink…
Why We Climb the Wrong Mountains (And How to Fix It)
This morning started with a list. Security cameras needed to go up. The locks in the garage needed to be changed. The filters on the washing machine needed attention again. Boxes from the move were still sitting around waiting to become part of the house…
Love At Its Hardest
We have made love too pretty. A heart. A rainbow. A little winged child with a bow who really should have had better supervision. We turned love into decoration. But love is not decoration. Love is work. Love is sacrifice. Love is protection. Imagine the…
From Star Dust to Daily Choices: Why the Universe Finally Learned to Ask What Matters
Electrons, neutrons, protons, a nucleus, and everything else I have forgotten since school. That is where my mind wandered this morning. Back to the transporter. You step onto the platform and the machine breaks you apart down to the smallest imaginable…
What Do You Need? Rethinking Compassion, Convenience, and Real Love
Sometimes we hear thunder in the distance. It may never reach us. The storm can roll along the horizon, close enough that we feel the vibration, close enough that the books on the shelves seem to rattle just a little, and then the clouds move on. The sky…