I’m writing about healing because there has to be more than this. There has to be more than the father who takes his son to the altar every Sunday morning to be prayed for by the elders, just like it says in the Bible. James, he said it: Lay hands on the sick and they’ll […]
In the days of Downton Abbey, people dressed for dinner — special, like gowns and tuxedos. So last night Pete said, Let’s go out to dinner. Spur of the moment, because that’s Pete. I hemmed and hawed. I didn’t feel like cooking, but fish was thawing in the fridge. I should probably just cook, I […]
There was a time when no one would would have to ask. You would be the first one in the prayer line. “Yes, me! I want to be healed!” That was eighty-five prayer lines, seven healing conferences, and two-thousand-hands-laid-on-you ago.
Only one person can be in the driver’s seat. In my marriage, more often than not, Pete’s in the driver’s seat. We discuss where we want to go, how much time we want to ride, but ultimately, it’s his call. It’s his hand on the throttle and his foot on the brake. If he runs […]
Our focus is on the downtrodden these days. Maybe it’s the media. Or the internet with its potent visuals making the world that much smaller. Maybe more of us are finding ourselves among their ranks, or dangerously close. Maybe the reality that it could happen to us brings it closer to home. Whatever the reason, […]
“The serpent deceived me,” the woman said, hoping to mitigate what she was about to say next. “That’s why I ate it.” She was relieved when God turned his attention to the serpent.
Musing on Genesis 2 I’m surprised to discover, after all the hoopla of the first five days of creation, that we’re still just looking at dirt. I always pictured God creating this lush green earth, teeming with creatures, and then plunking man down in the middle of it. But apparently, that’s not necessarily how it happened. […]
Cain loved the smell of the earth. His father and mother said it was cursed. “Farming was a lot easier back in the day,” his father would say, with that faraway look in his eyes. He said God had given them the job of working the earth, and Cain enjoyed the challenge of coaxing life […]
A disciple’s look at five loaves and two fish. Luke 9:10-17 Crowds. I see them in my dream. Bodies, faces, sweat and heat. And hands, so many hands, reaching and clutching. Jesus had sent us out with the power to preach and heal. What a privilege. What a responsibility. We’re home now, pressing through yet […]
The killing had been quick and easy. Too easy. Abel had suspected nothing and offered no resistance. In a moment the light had gone out of his brother’s eyes, “like one of his sacrificial lambs,” Cain thought, but immediately he dismissed it from his mind. He had just finished washing his hands. The dirt from […]
Musing on Genesis 2 On Day 6, God gets his hands dirty. He forms a man out of the dust, gets his face in there and breathes his very own breath into the man’s nostrils. God and man face to face, up close and personal. The earth needs a man to cultivate it, and God […]