Stand at the crossing, and consider the ancient path, for it is good and it leads to Me. Walk on this path, and you will find rest for your souls. Jeremiah 6:16 Something has been calling to me lately from the backcountry of my soul. It’s difficult to describe, but It is a place of longing–a wide
About twelve years ago I hiked to the bottom of the Grand Canyon and back in seven hours. I had no idea if I would make it to the bottom, or back to the rim if I did. The day before as we were checking out the canyon we saw several signs that said “Do not attempt to hike
A few nights ago I attended a Men’s Night at Bethel church. My wife and I recently relocated to Redding, CA from Arkansas, and it’s been a few years since my walk with God has included any church attendance. So I walk into this service with the usual “outsider” feeling; the tiring voice that always tries to tell me I
My dad recently passed away, and I want to honor him in a way that is true. I don’t have any memories to share of heart-to-heart talks, or life lessons he taught me growing up. Or, of any great adventures we went on together, or of how he was always there for me through every
All honor to him who shall win the prize’ The world has cried for a thousand years; But to him who tries and who fails and dies, I give great honor and glory and tears. Great is the hero who wins a name, But greater many and many a time Some pale-faced fellow who dies
I want to experience that eighteen-year-old lost, confused, and searching place in me. I never wanted to revisit these old emotions for fear of what they did to me at the time—drove me into self-destructive means of escape. But I was given a subtle gift a few days ago that changed all that. I now want to
“But anger truly felt at its center is the essential living flame of being fully alive and fully here, it is a quality to be followed to its source, to be prized, to be tended, and an invitation to finding a way to bring that source fully into the world through making the mind clearer
“You don’t belong here,” Is a sentence that I have become so very accustomed to hearing. It was spoken to me as a young boy, though I don’t remember ever hearing it audibly, it was coldly whispered to my heart at key times throughout my childhood, as a teenager, and into adulthood. I call it
The last assignment in my counseling course left me very confused. I was to create a coat-of-arms for my kingdom, which was supposed to get me thinking about my calling. I had no idea how to begin when my friend Ruth suggested that whatever has been most ruthlessly attacked in my life will have something
I couldn’t believe that I admitted some of the things I did right before I spoke the words that made the next moments seem surreal. Sitting in my counseling course group, I blurted out “I f…ing hate myself!,” and its weird — I cant seem to remember much after that. I was rebelling against myself