John Wesley, the famed preacher of the 18th century, was born into poverty. At that time in England those who could not pay their debts were sent to debtor’s prison.  As a young boy, Wesley saw his pastor father taken… Continue reading

The feedback to me was spot on accurate – “You are task oriented!” I am internally wired to seek efficiency, to like results, and that sometimes shows us in ways that are not godly, and I am insensitive to the… Continue reading

My friends in the corporate world complain about the endless, nearly pointless, meetings that eat up large chunks of the work day. I have sat through some of those myself! Don’t you just love that guy who fills the agenda… Continue reading

As I closed the day in prayer, the Spirit of God whispered, “why do you allow yourself to be fearful?”  As I pondered that challenge, I realized there are several areas in my life where I had allowed fear to… Continue reading

I mentioned the approach of Valentine’s Day to several friends last week, each reacting somewhat differently.  A couple scoffed, “a day to increase the profit of card companies and florists.” Another wondered what was an appropriate gift for his relationship.… Continue reading

Joe is 16 and so full of himself.  He rejects counsel and discipline and thinks, in his immaturity, that he has the world in his grasp.  He manages to live without demands, playing video games, eating junk food, refusing responsibilities.… Continue reading

“How are you?”  Having some fun, I often say, “Marvill-ious!”  My silliness, a childish made-up word, catches people off guard. Even when I am inwardly struggling with some situation in life, it is my goal to lift others. So, I… Continue reading

In October, 2015, I knew that my beloved wife was being called to her eternal home. Her cancer had advanced. When I would carry her frail little body from the living room sofa to her bed and we murmured words… Continue reading

The view through my bay window this morning is grey, a dense fog covering the area. Trees poke through the haze,  black limbs making scraggly, jagged lines against the sky.  Brown grass signals the deathly grip of winter.  I sigh… Continue reading

The man, once tall and strong, amazingly gifted to build, fix, and create, is now weakened by age.  As I visited with him, he was frail, barely able to stand, not always following the conversation. “It’s pathetic,” he said, half… Continue reading