After All These Years

I have moved into a new season in my life. Some of it has to do with growing older, I suppose. Some of it is surely about coming closer to Jesus at this moment in my life. I’ve rid myself of some of the baggage I’ve carried. I’ve discovered anew I am rescued, redeemed, free. I no longer need to win the argument.

I’ve found joy. I love to write and teach. I love my friends. I love my family. I love my wife more than I could have imagined. I am fed with rich memory.

So I am presenting a refreshed version of my blog. I will try to write more regularly. I will share what I am thinking, what I am reading, what I am teaching. I will share what I am learning from Holy Scriptures. I will share the exhilaration I get from the writing and literature and art from across the ages.

Most importantly, I hope what I share is meaningful to you my readers.

After all these years, I’m eager to say a few things.

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When Wonder Breaks Through
When Wonder Breaks Through

In my last blog post, one of my readers, my faithful friend Bill Rowley, mentioned he wanted to hear more about the “quiet revival” going on. He confessed he knew God could be doing something new, but frankly, it’s “difficult for me to see it.” I get it. Things are a mess out there. And revivals have often been announced, then fizzle.

After All These Years
After All These Years

Some of you may have noticed I’ve been away from my blog for a few months. I’ve been very busy, teaching a number of courses, chairing the committee to bring a new senior pastor to our church, and just managing life with all its various challenges. I find I have only so much creative energy left when things get busy. My blog writing suffers. I’ve missed it.


Why Go To Church?
Why Go To Church?

I’ve been away from my writing for a while. I’ve been busy with any number of matters that put me into a rhythm different from my writing rhythm. But I’ve been thinking a lot about church. If the church is indeed declining in numbers and influence, as so many are arguing, how can this be a good thing for us?

Where Even The Trees Clap Their Hands For Joy
Where Even The Trees Clap Their Hands For Joy

I find myself longing for quiet this morning. Do you ever have that feeling? Oh it’s plenty quiet inside and out in our home this early in the morning, but somehow I am not quiet. I’m stirring. Too much going on, I suppose. Once again maybe I’ve tackled way more than I should. So underneath it all there is this stirring of unquiet.

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