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Life’s Challenges

Your pain has a purpose

I recently read The Problem of Pain by C. S. Lewis, and it shattered some of my old ways of thinking about life’s troubles….

Who is God?

So much love

Three weeks ago, I visited a woman from our church who was dying of cancer. We crowded into her bedroom—me, her daughter, her son,…

Life’s Challenges

The shadow of death

Every funeral I’ve attended has included Psalm 23. This psalm pours on comfort with its opening words: “The Lord is my Shepherd” (verse 1)….

Living My Faith

Jesus’ sacrifice

I can’t get through the national anthem without tearing up. It started long ago when I watched Dan Jansen on the podium. Yes, I…

Living My Faith

One thing to do before you die

Nothing evokes panic in me more than books like 1,000 Places to See Before You Die. The authors of books like this must not…

Bible 101

Wanted: Dead (to be made alive)

There was a baptism at our church recently. Cute little girl in a fancy little dress. She had a bow in her hair. She…

Life’s Challenges

Heating and pounding

Have you ever watched a silversmith work? It’s mesmerizing. As a child, I attended a renaissance festival and was captivated by the craftsmanship. The…

Life’s Challenges

Almost home

Did you know the average life expectancy in the U.S. according to WorldData is 74.5 years for men and 80.2 years for women? Subtract…

Living My Faith

Victor not victim

Easter makes you a victor! Here’s how. Jesus took on death, not just as your enemy but his. He took on sin, not just…

Life’s Challenges

Not the end

Our hearts tell us that death is loss. A body buried can no longer taste a ripe tomato, smell the rain, entwine someone’s dear…

Bible 101

Let’s make heaven crowded!

Recently, every member of my family got sick. It was an awful, helpless feeling watching my kids burning with fevers and coughing so hard…

Life’s Challenges

Your name in the book of life

I have a vivid memory from the late 80s of two people sitting at our kitchen table—my mom and Bob. I can hear those…