Surviving to Die

All this time I’ve spent since Nancy’s death trying to survive her loss, I was actually supposed to be dying.

Grace in Death

I weep for a God Who put skin on, a Deity born as a child in a stable so that we can rest in His stability, yesterday, today and forever.

Twin Pillars: A Tribute to my Parents, and an Open Letter to Young Parents Today

To the warriors that double as parents,

I’m writing this to you.

Undone to Become

What I was seeing as devastation was actually an invitation.

If God allowed me to be undone, it was so that I could become like His Son.

Playing the Flame Game

Yes, friends, I am angry. I am angry, because I am grieving.

Burls and Guys

The issue was not that I was asking why. God is big enough to handle my questions. The issue was that I was demanding an answer for my situation as a condition for contentment.

The Miracle Worker: How Theatre Saved my Life

The show must go on. And I intended to be a part of it.

Overcoming the Judas Complex

Got a grievance with God? Finding yourself paralyzed with doubt? Honey please. With all due respect, join the club.

Nancy’s Fragrance: Journey

Jesus’ journey was marked by such a fragrant life of obedience that the fragrance is still lingering today on the gospel, some two thousand odd years later.

Under Construction

After all, aren’t we all in a state of perpetual construction?

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