We are really ready for this presidential election to be over. We’re ready for an end to the rancor and tackiness. Voters on both sides feel frustrated, even embarrassed by it all. There is a visceral fear, an angst about the result. What if so and so wins? When we wake up to November 9, post-election, when the confetti is swept away and the election is finally over, what will we see? I have a prediction. I know exactly what November 9 will bring. Another day of God’s perfect sovereignty. He will still be in charge. His throne will still … Read More


There is an edginess out there. A trepidation. A fear. Society seems like straw near a burning match. Combustible. Anger marches in our city streets. Anger marks the cable news. Some folks don’t like the government. Others don’t like the candidates. It’s as if we’re crammed onto a subway train with an unclear destination. Sigh. Maybe we need an early Christmas. It’s only October, I know. Too soon for lights, trees, and sales. They’ll be here soon enough. But it is not too soon for the message of the manger. It’s been on my mind over the last few days. … Read More


I played the position of catcher in Little League baseball. I played catcher in Pony League baseball. I was a catcher in high school baseball. In college I played catcher on an intramural softball team. I spent a lot of time hunkered down behind home plate; hundreds of hours, thousands of innings, thousands upon thousands of pitches. During all of those games and practices, I noticed something. The width of home plate never changed. It was always seventeen inches wide. Its dimensions were never up for discussion. We players could choose our uniforms, hats, shoes, and bats. But when it … Read More

IMG_0340 The old city at moonlight

I’m fresh off of an all-night flight from Israel to the US. Actually, fresh isn’t a good word choice. I slept little on the plane so my eyes burn and I have a hunch that my next step is toward the bed. But it was a wonderful five days in Jerusalem. This trip came at the invitation of Matt and Laurie Crouch from the Trinity Broadcasting Network. The idea was to capture Christmas and Easter messages. We filmed over twenty pieces in locations like the Garden of Gethsemane, the Church of the Nativity and the Garden Tomb. TBN has recently completed … Read More


Before the memories of Rio and the Olympics fade, can I take you there one more time? Two of our three daughters were born in the South Zone of Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. We lived in the North Zone, separated from our doctor’s office and hospital by a tunnel-pierced mountain range. During Denalyn’s many months of pregnancy, we made the drive often. We never begrudged the South Zone forays. But they sure did bewilder me. I kept getting lost. I’m directionally challenged anyway, prone to take a wrong turn between the bedroom and bathroom. Complicate my disorientation with randomly mapped … Read More

Young man holding lemons in his hands. (Photo by Cali Godley)

One of the toughest days of my life found me in a diner in Dalton, Georgia. I was nineteen years old and one week into my first summer of college. I was a thousand miles from home. I was sleeping at the Salvation Army shelter where, the night before, an inebriated guy on the bunk above mine rolled over and puked. If homesickness was water, I was soaked to the bone. On the promise of fast cash and new sights, I’d joined up with two friends and signed on to sell books door to door. My friends went home during … Read More


I had trouble writing this message. The trouble wasn’t due to the content of the lesson, but the cut on the finger. A few days ago I was fishing around in my gym bag for a razor and guess what? I found it. But I found the wrong end. A circle of skin the size of a pencil head was cut off the middle finger of my right hand and offered as sacrifice to the god of stupidity. It’s really no big deal, (that is, unless you feel sorry for me and then it really hurt very much). The cut … Read More


I can’t decide if it is a dream or a longing. Maybe it began as the first and morphed into the second. Yesterday I told my wife, Denalyn, “Last night I had the strangest dream.” We’d fallen asleep watching the Republican National Convention. Not the most relaxing way to drift off, right? Politicians, pundits, pollsters and picketers. Tongues wagging. Finger-pointing. Accusations. Declarations. Blah-blah-blah. The convention is warp and woof of our system; I get that. But does it have to be so…hostile, volatile? The country seems on edge. Every headline a heartache. Officers shot. Motorists shot. Flags at half staff … Read More


Max wrote this prayer in the aftermath of 9/11. It seems appropriate to share it once again. Dear Lord, We’re still hoping we’ll wake up. We’re still hoping we’ll open a sleepy eye and think, What a hor­rible dream. But we won’t, will we, Father? What we saw was not a dream. Planes did gouge towers. Flames did consume our fortress. People did perish. It was no dream and, dear Father, we are sad. There is a ballet dancer who will no longer dance and a doctor who will no longer heal. A church has lost her priest, a classroom … Read More


You probably know this, but in case you don’t, I am so thrilled to give you the good news, you select your thoughts. You didn’t select your birthplace or birthdate. You didn’t select your parents or siblings. You don’t determine the weather or the amount of salt in the ocean. There are many things in life over which you have no choice. But the greatest activity of life is well within your dominion. You choose what you think. You are the air traffic controller of your mental airport. You occupy the control tower, directing the mental traffic of your world. … Read More