Several years ago, I went for a long walk in my wife’s hometown while staying there on vacation. As I looked down the sidewalk, I noticed a well-to-do looking woman walking toward me. As she reached the intersection a block ahead, she crossed the street. Then she continued to walk in the same direction. I assumed she lived on that side of the street. At the end of the block, I glanced back. Once past me, she crossed back to my side of the street and continued on her way.
I wondered for a moment at her action. Why had she crossed the street? There was no mud or broken sidewalk or dogs to avoid. Then it dawned on me—she crossed the street to avoid me.
I wondered at that for a moment. Why did this woman want to avoid me?
Then it hit me.
Continue reading “Seeing Down Both Sides of the Street”
Do you want your kids to be “different” from others?
And I don’t.
I want my kids to be “different” in all the ways that others admire and praise and value.
I do not want my kids to be “different” in all the ways that others mock and pity and despise and reject and ridicule.
God had a kid. Continue reading “The Same Kind of “Different” as Jesus”
It’s early Tuesday morning. You shuffle into your study at the church, turn on the coffee maker, and open your laptop.
While the coffee brews, you open your email to find a subject line that says “Thinking about Lauren Daigle…” You open the message.
It reads: Continue reading “#DearPastor: When Lauren Daigle Meets Jonathan Edwards”
Last night, I traveled with my son to watch his friend play in a junior high basketball game.
We sat behind the home team’s bench. The home team was up by six points with less than three minutes left in the game. The visiting team called timeout.
As the home team ran toward the bench, the coach hollered out a player’s name and said, “Run the huddle.” The player didn’t hear him. So, he walked over, tapped him on the shoulder and said, “Run the huddle.”
Continue reading “Leadership Lessons in a Junior High Huddle”
I take vacation time for writing projects as a matter of integrity.
My church doesn’t pay me to write. Continue reading “Why I Use Vacation Time to Write”