There’s a scene in “Brave Heart” where the girl William Wallace loves is captured by the English. She is trussed up on a pole, breathing hard, eyes scanning the horizon in the desperate hope that Wallace will show up to rescue her.        But he is too late. A cruel sword slices her throat. The light goes out of her eyes.        Sometimes I feel like that woman, anxiously scanning the horizon, waiting for Jesus to ride up on his white horse and rescue me from my troubles.       Where is he?       The way this life plays out sometimes, it can feel like God is too late. When we are hard pressed Continue Reading

Sometimes I wonder how I am doing spiritually.  Am I becoming more like Jesus, or stagnating? Jesus said He would spit the lukewarm out of His mouth, and I sure don’t want that. So I ask myself some questions to try to measure this phenomenon, such as: Have I been reading and studying my Bible?  What good books on theology have I read lately? Am I doing the discipline of daily devotions? Am I listening to worship music and worshiping fervently with other believers? Am I serving at church? At first glance, these might seem like good questions to use as markers on our spiritual Continue Reading

It takes a lot more emotional energy to set the world straight than it does to simply forgive those who offend us and move on. I needed to refill a prescription that I was almost out of.  I called it in, but the doctor’s office had gotten behind, and the girl told me in a rather testy tone that I needed to give them forty-eight hours notice next time. Fair enough, I thought, and decided to check on Monday to see if the pharmacy had gotten the order. They did not. By Tuesday, I had made a total of six phone calls between the pharmacy and the doctor’s office. Finally, the same girl, in the Continue Reading