This day, with all of its peculiarities, will not be much different than other days. I will make my commute to work in the comfort of a climate-controlled car. I will sip my single-serving of morning coffee while sitting in a beautifully decorated office. I will mutter through a few prayers before stressing over today’s
There’s one defiant patch of snow left in my front yard. It obviously missed the memo. Temperatures are expected to reach the 70’s today in central Louisiana. During February. And no one around here is surprised. Last week’s snowfall, on the other hand, was a surprise. It’s something we see maybe once every 4 or
I felt like we needed a song about the innate longing of the human soul. What better theme could there be for the Advent season? We have plenty of musical options for soloists who want to sing traditional Christmas themes — songs about the birth of Jesus, about Mary and Joseph, about angels proclaiming good
Whenever I hear the familiar drums of war, I know it’s beginning to sound a lot like Christmas. Many of my brothers and sisters in faith have made a tradition of trying to save baby Jesus from the onslaught of a politically correct “holiday” season. Our more zealous types denounce all the careful language of
Sometimes I wish we used screens in our worship service. Just writing those words might jeopardize my employment in the congregation I serve, but it’s a true sentiment. Television monitors and projection screens are capable of simplifying so much of what takes place on a typical Sunday morning. They can eliminate the cumbersome litany of
Many people are terrified to lead prayer for a group, whether large or small. That should come as no surprise. Public speaking is consistently among the top 3 common phobias. So if you combine that with the pressure of addressing the Almighty, you’ve got some serious trepidation. With that in mind, I’ve compiled this handy
A few years ago, I realized how awful I am at vacations. Some of that has to do with my struggle to actually go on vacation. I can pack the car, suspend the newspaper subscription, load up the family, drive for half a day, and rearrange the GPS coordinates of my physical location, all without
A couple of years ago, our local children’s theatre troupe had to close its doors for lack of funding. Several of us were deeply saddened by the news, but obviously not enough of us to make a difference. My wife had the crazy idea that maybe our church could fill this void in the community.
This is not the Samson we want in our memories. Sitting on the dank floor of a Philistine prison. His head shorn and eyes gouged out. Busted up like an old piece of farm machinery that no one has any use for. The Samson we choose to remember springs from the pages of comic books.
Icees are my white flag of surrender. In the days before parenthood, I had no idea what breed of father I would be. I knew what I wanted to be. The kind who made up elaborate games that his children would play for hours on end. The kind who explored the backyard with his kids.