There is a comfort in hearing them from someone outside of your own head, someone impartial to your own internal noise.
All in Life
Still with Me in My Heart
Read in this light (not an immediate pun), the words of Rubarth become a soulful but softly whispered plea that the Christ with those "who have fallen asleep in Jesus" (1 Thess. 4:14) would return.
Written in the Water
I am now "just sinking in" to the grace of Christ conquering the current cyclical cacophony of death and life.
Returning to Solitude
This solitude stands before each theologian as a possibility but also the dangerous possibility to adopt superficially and on false presumptions. The urge to become the theologian Contra Mundum is to be resisted.
Carrying Loads
"O how he springs up before your eyes, how he deafened your ears, how he forces his way even into your dreams and disturbs your thoughts and wastes your time! O how he gets on your nerves!" - Karl Barth
Book Review: Spiritual Friendship
Is everyone going to agree with everything Hill believes or practices? Absolutely not. But then again, that's not the point of conversing and having dialogue.
Things I’ve Learned Since Memphis
I present a random list of the things learned since driving away from Memphis.
Drowning in Grace
And then I hit my breaking point. The next time Crockett said to me, “No! You’re a bad person!” I just kissed his head and said, “And that’s why we need grace, Crockett.”
My Parents' Bed
I remember singing my mother to sleep as she lay in that bed exhausted from chemotherapy.
A Plea for Seriousness
It is something of a banality to say one has a love-hate relationship with Twitter, but I do.
what fragmentary rubbidge this world is
This is the last piece you'll have to read from me about my love life, or lack thereof.
Free Beer for a Funeral
But every time I see or drink a Lost Gold IPA, I laugh a little. I tear up a little. And I remember those two days.
A Diamond in the Rough
I hadn’t even stepped foot on the plowed diamond field, yet I knew no shimmering gem awaited my hand.
Rich Knox: The Story of a Dad
I am blessed to be able to learn from his example. He is not a perfect man, but he has taught me many things about our Heavenly Father. I am in his debt. I love you, dad.
Dear Mom
I can’t wait to see you again. Happy Mother’s Day.
Te amo, Momma. Mucho mucho.
Flowers and Ash
But especially this Mother’s Day, I say this to you: If you want to share your pain with me, I will help you hold it — like Atlas — and will do my best to make it not so damn heavy.
As Light as the Very First Snow
To those who "don't believe what they know," rest in God's grace. And let us produce together the type of memories that will "soak these sheets in tears."
On Being the Body of Christ
Where will you be when tragedy strikes our family? Will you run like cowards, or will you sit and face the demons with those who have been shattered by this poisoned world?