I have dreamed so strongly of you.
I have walked so much, talked so much
So much I have loved your shadow
That there now remains for me nothing more of you,
It remains with me to be a shadow among shadows
To be a hundred times darker than the darkness
To be the shadow that will come and come again
Into your sun-blessed life. Read the rest of this entry »
So I’ve been hearing a great deal of Seahawks censure lately, ranging from a chastisement of Christians making the 12 an idol all the way to anger over “bandwagonners” (those fair-weather fans who only don the 12th man persona when the Seahawks make the championships). Read the rest of this entry »
More than ever this year it seems that New Year’s resolutions are getting a bad rap. People talk about how resolutions distract you from what’s really important or they are disillusioning when we can’t keep them up all year. The more I think about it, though, the more I realize that resolutions done right are like lifeguards.
Ever heard the phrase “exercise til you drop”? How about “no pain, no gain”? We are pretty well acquainted with the idea that strength can only come with hard work. And any of us who have tried to go that route know that the strength you build up from exercising only lasts as long as you keep up the regimen.
Not oft considered is the same strength matrix in our spiritual life.
DISCLAIMER: I am not God. Therefore, I do not have all the answers and I can only speculate based on my knowledge of the Scriptures and the wisdom God chooses to reveal to me. I hope this discussion can be an encouragement to you, but please definitely do your own research as well. And remember: many questions will simply not be answered in this life.
~ Part 2 ~
Is God Unfair?
There seems to be a soul-level understanding within us that things should be fair. Those who do good should be rewarded and those who do evil should be punished, right? We have a deep sense of justice built into us; it is especially apparent when we are affronted personally. Where does that come from? Read the rest of this entry »
Today marks the third anniversary of the birth of my blog. (I guess my blog looks like a middle-aged man. ^ Haha!)
I sure have come a long way since starting this web log. When I began, I was in my last year of college at CWU. Now, I am in my third year of teaching and my first year of marriage!
I sure hope that those of you reading this page have found encouragement and challenge in my writing.
Upcoming posts include the 5-part series to answer the top questions people have had about faith in God, (see inspiration for that post here) as well as some little inspirations that have been bouncing around in my brain for some time.
I’m always open to suggestions; if you have a neat idea or a tough question, I’d love to start a discussion! Feel free to post it in the comments.
Thank you for your readership.
Rev 2:3 I know you are enduring patiently and bearing up for my name’s sake, and you have not grown weary. 4 But I have this against you, that you have abandoned the love you had at first. 5 Remember therefore from where you have fallen; repent, and do the works you did at first.
The reality: It is when we are most alive that we are most at risk to die.
Earlier this week I rode my bike to work and someone offered me a can of soda. I don’t drink that much soda, and during my shift I consumed only half the can. I didn’t want to waste it, though, so when I mounted my bike, I just steered with one hand and held the open can in the other. No sweat. The problem was, with the quarter in full swing now, everyone was on the walkways. I managed pretty well until I found myself face-to-face with another biker around a corner…With only one hand on my handlebar, I didn’t have enough time to react. He screeched to a halt, and I veered out of control for a moment.
This got me thinking about other situations where I am holding on to something. I could have let go of the soda in my hand to better react to the situation, but in the moment I didn’t even consider that. Was I holding on too tightly? Was I too cocky, to think that I could maneuver my bike with only one hand, even in disaster? Perhaps the whole situation would have been avoided if I had my hands where they belong on the bike.
While attending PLU the first two years of college, I used mostly public transportation-45 minutes of bus ride, with several transfers. There were many, many frustrations over those months, but when I think back on one in particular, I smile every time.
It was a five-minute wait til my next bus would arrive, taking me the last leg of my journey home, and I really, really had to go potty. I had already passed the bus stop with a public restroom, so I was left dreading the antsy ride home. Until I spotted it… A restroom! I’d never seen this one before. Had they put in a public restroom recently?
I rushed over, praising God for His wonderful provision. Looking forward to sweet relief when…
Locked! What!? Why? Oh man! It must be an employee potty…
I turned around ready to mope back over to the bus stop only to see my bus pulling in early. Oh no! I ran over and caught it just in time. Gosh! If I’d actually gone into the restroom, even for 30 seconds, I would have missed my bus. Thank God.
It has gotten very windy these past few days in Ellensburg. Strong gusts every few minutes keep you on your toes. Just yesterday I was riding my bike on a sidewalk that winds through two tall buildings on campus. A huge gust of wind suddenly blew exactly perpendicular to the direction of my travel, it caught in the spokes of the wheels, and it actually knocked me and my bike a few inches over on the path. It was kind of scary, actually: the overpowering force.