This may be one of the most important letters I’ve written you.
I want to deepen our understanding about something I wrote you last month—how Hatred has become the new “spirit of the age.” I wrote that...READ MORE
“I’m having a crisis of imagination,” my wife said to me just the other day. “About heaven.”
It’s been a tough year for our family and those near us. A tragic suicide, followed by the loss of our first grandson. Eight months of chronic...READ MORE
“Jesus told his disciples a parable to show them that they should always pray and not give up” (Luke 18:1). I find that line immensely encouraging; I’m grateful Scripture precedes the story of the “persistent widow” with that...READ MORE
You take the time to read these letters (thank you) and I take the time to write them because we share common loves and passions.
The wild and unpredictable stories of our lives intersect because we love Jesus deeply,...READ MORE
Editor's Note: Last month we ran the first of some profiles we want to share with you of folks out there doing amazing work, some of whom seem to have some wild connection to us. This month’s story began with an email we received last year...READ MORE
I feel I need to begin this article with some sort of confession, like in a recovery meeting.
“Hi. My name’s John.” [The small group responds, “Hi John.”] “And I’m a user.” [Group leader says, “This is a safe place, John. Tell us your...READ MORE
It had been one of Those Days.
You know the kind—when everything seems to go sideways from the moment you get out of bed.
There is no milk so there is no cereal and you are late so there is no breakfast. You are halfway to work when...READ MORE
A secret fishing hole. A hidden point break. The best carnitas tacos in town. There’s nothing like a good tip from somebody you have at least marginal confidence in. So, in a spirit of generosity towards what might be viewed as “competitors,” we...READ MORE
I want to ride to the ridge where the West commences
I can’t look at hobbles and I can’t stand fences
Don’t fence me in.
The places we love call to us because they are, in fact, “the landscape of...READ MORE
A boy with a bb gun on his grandfather’s ranch and the entire summer before him is the richest man in the world.
I was eight years old. My grandfather bought me a pump-model rifle and one of those milk cartons full of bb’s, and I had...READ MORE
I am among the millions who have fallen in love with the Chronicles of Narnia.
We shared them as a family when our boys were young, and we continue to love them as adults. In fact, Stasi...READ MORE
The news reports this fall on the execution of children by Isis guerrillas left us all speechless.
We received a number of desperate emails crying out for prayer. It was—and remains—horrible.
All this lingers in my mind as I re-read...READ MORE
Happiness is having a large, loving, caring, close-knit family…in another city.
The holidays are racing toward us now, and with them comes those sober adventure/survival trips mistakenly called “visiting family...READ MORE
Yet hints come to me from the realm unknown;
Airs drift across the twilight border land,
…whispers to my heart are blown
That fill me with a joy I cannot speak
—George MacDonald, Diary of an Old Soul
Seven miles off the rugged west coast of Ireland a wild fang of an island juts out of the sea. Its sheer flanks are uninhabited for all sane reasons. Only seabirds live here, and only in summer, when the fierce North Atlantic storms have subsided...READ MORE