How Long Did it Take God…?

The Preacher and I are filthy rich in our friends. One of them, for love alone, spent ten long days at Hope House recently, helping us develop our cement block basement. His quiet example of workmanship and generosity made a deep impression on our almost-five-year-old grandson. Benjamin spent several afternoons …

Easter began in the dark

Tomorrow he would hang for love alone, to become the bridge of light and life between God and mankind. To cancel sin’s power over you and me. But Jesus, hours before his crucifixion, prayed in a garden. Please don’t picture a neatly groomed, long-haired man sitting on a large rock …

Sunny Side Up Has a Southern Twin

  The sun hefted itself in a glorious yellow blaze over my office windowsill today. “Watch for good things,” God seemed to whisper. Indeed. My smile won’t straighten. Precisely 38 miles Southwest of Muscle Shoals, Alabama, 90 miles West of Huntsville, Alabama, 42 miles Northeast of Tupelo, Mississippi, 123 miles …

Reflection For a Fallen Sparrow

Lakshmi* is a Christian Dalit woman I met in India years ago. Her gentle smile and deeply haunted eyes, caught in a photo, captivated me long before I made the trip. Over there, despite the barriers between us—language, nationality, distance—we formed a connection I can’t explain. During a Bible study …

Jesus and the Old Goat

“Know what? We need a scapegoat,” I told the Preacher. “Someone to take the blame for everything that goes wrong around here.” He chuckled. It all started the day the car stereo died. We’d had music on the way to our friends’ home, but driving back, the radio wouldn’t turn …