Hospitality – makes me think of the old Motel 6 commercials: “This is Tom Bodett, and we’ll leave the light on for you!”  A cozy image of a comfy room and bed after a hard...

Bandwidth Tunnel I have a love/hate relationship with that sentence. It sounds high tech. That mystical cable to which I’m connected is limited.  It just can’t handle any more capacity.  My brain is full.  My...

Everything humans make has its source in the Lord, so I encounter Him daily by appreciating those blessings that continually appear throughout my day. If I’m washing dishes, sometimes I think about that super genius...

  The world is so noisy:  Text notifications demanding attention; email pop-ups with constant tiny fires to put out; my favorite music playlist on a loop; phone ringing – is it spam?  national news buzzing...

    Reading scripture is such a powerful foundation for prayer.  Passages become so familiar that they are “written on our palms” so to speak.  The stories remind us again and again to whom we...

    Part of my misspent youth was waiting tables at Pizza Hut.  We bussed our own tables back then, and I remember the thrill of cleaning a table, and looking around to find how...

The One who John sees seated on the throne in Heaven is so magnificent that he is left astonished, shocked at the glory of the spectacle: And the one who sat there had the appearance...

  All these people were still living by faith when they died. They did not receive the things promised; they only saw them and welcomed them from a distance, admitting that they were foreigners and...

I want to be “on” every moment.  If I drink the right amount of coffee, with the right amount of sugar, after the perfect amount of sleep — I can approach that.  There are just...

John 6:16–21 NIV When evening came, his disciples went down to the sea, got into a boat, and started across the sea to Capernaum. It was already dark, and Jesus had not yet come to...

    When the Lord looks at us with “eyes like blazing fire” it seems that kind of penetrating gaze might hurt terribly.  It might blind us forever.  We might lower our heads, drop to...

I can hear the sound of sandals sliding over sand and grit — intent on delivering a dangerous message to Smyrna. These days, we may have it delivered silently to our email inbox.  Others may...