Why Broken Is Best
Yes, it might seem counter-intuitive, but after forty-plus years in leadership and over sixty-four years of life, I can tell you—without a doubt—everyone is broken. I’ve never met a breathing human…
When Mercy Comes Limping
Quite some time ago, a friend and I went to the beach together. He’s a studly sort of fellow, with dark skin, dark hair, and well-defined muscles. The kind of…
A Dream That Shook Me
I woke up at zero-dark-thirty this morning after having a vivid dream. In the dream, I was preaching to a moderate-sized crowd in a more traditional church building (it…
Garage sale sign on the lawn of a suburban home
Finding Value in the Rubbish (Why God Loves the Broken)
I like to shop at garage sales. My wife, not so much. She thinks (silly woman) that I have enough “junk” (her words, not mine), and she’s convinced I…