Missio Dei: Latin for “Mission of God”

I have always been enamored with the Apostle Paul in the Bible. He was relentless in seeking to fulfill his purpose and the mission God gave him. Whether we realize it or not the same is to be said about ourselves. This too is to be our legacy. As followers of Jesus (or even humans … Continue reading Missio Dei: Latin for “Mission of God”

God is asking for your “only.”

Though we ourselves can be victims of broken promises given and received, God is the ultimate promise keeper that will never fail His children nor forget His promises to them.  I remember as a child being told “never make a promise you can’t keep.” Maybe you remember this as well. Even as adults this statement holds true … Continue reading God is asking for your “only.”

Weathered Passion

It happens to the best of us. We began with passion, wonder, and mystery. We began with innocence, naiveté, and a splash of recklessness. And then, after a period of time, it happens. The zeal we once possessed in following Jesus and living a righteous life begins to take a turn. Zeal turns into lethargy. … Continue reading Weathered Passion

A Life Beautifully Interrupted

Bloody Elbows; Ragged Knees Day in. Day out. He sat there. His knees bruised, and elbows covered in blood stained patches. His knees wouldn’t function like others because since birth he had a genetic defect which caused him to be paralyzed from the waist down. He would use his arms and elbows to maneuver himself … Continue reading A Life Beautifully Interrupted

The Jesus of Nazareth and the Christ of Faith…

  Jesus of Nazareth. The most studied man in all of history. He is known throughout the world. His sayings are prevalent. His identity is debated constantly. And he still, after all these centuries, seems to be the most offensive individual to the masses. He both offends me with his love, comforts me with his … Continue reading The Jesus of Nazareth and the Christ of Faith…

The Marks of Love…

We had just completed our first lap on our floor. With each aching step—slower than a snails pace—my mind began to swirl. “God this is hard. I am in serious pain. How long is this journey going to be? Is this child going to make it and do well? Is my mother going to be … Continue reading The Marks of Love…