What do we do when we've betrayed Jesus? Nothing. We're stuck. What does Jesus do when we've betrayed him? He seeks us out to forgive and restore us!
May 13, 2025
My inability to rest is a profound spiritual crisis. My obsession with being “busy” is mostly driven by desperation to validate my existence — to prove that I am worth loving. Beneath this obsession lies a haunting belief: "It all depends on me!" My struggle to rest is a direct reflection of my struggle to trust in God. Let me explain:
April 29, 2025
Just the other day someone asked me, “How are you doing, how’s the ministry?” and before I could stop myself I said, “Oh! It’s good, staying real busy, you know!” “Yeah?” The other person replied, “That’s good. Busy is good, right?”
April 22, 2025
My anxious heart desperately searches the world asking, "Are you my God? Are you? Or you?" I peer hopefully at Power, thinking perhaps it can protect me. I gaze longingly at Money, wondering if it might provide the security I crave... But none of those things can really be my God. They are all big, ugly Snorts!
April 8, 2025
I get scared that Jesus isn’t sure how to help me, so I turn my attention to what I think will solve my problem. It’s usually money. I have a hard time trusting that he knows better and that my plan is probably lame compared to his. Thank God he acts for my good anyway, even if my attention is divided!
April 1, 2025
I long to grow in my faith, I’m convicted that I’m not where I should be, and the spiritual disciplines seem like the steps to get me from point A to point B. But is measuring my spiritual progress really what spiritual disciplines are for? What if they measure something else?
March 25, 2025
My stream of consciousness is a steady flow of thoughts, floating with the current like a fleet of boats. But when I experience anxiety, my calm stream of consciousness is suddenly a set of roaring rapids, my thoughts getting thrashed about in the treacherous water! What do I do?
March 18, 2025
I have a constant internal voice asking me anxious questions. But what’s truly bizarre is how easily I put this internal dialogue into God’s mouth. Without realizing it, my own impossible, contradictory standards become sacred obligations.
March 11, 2025
When I’m anxious I have an odd habit of folding paper. With anxious precision my fingers crease and re-crease a once-crisp sheet until it becomes worn and frayed. I don’t know why I do this, but it mirrors what’s going on inside my head. My thoughts, like the paper, fold and refold in on themselves until I’m worn out. Anxiety focuses my attention ever more narrowly. It crumples me up.
March 4, 2025
I am very grateful for my family and I desire to love them everyday, but I’ve got a problem… I often feel like an awful husband and father! It rarely feels like I have enough time, energy, and solutions to give my family. Even when I am present and attentive, I can feel inadequate because I haven’t solved all our problems and made everyone happy!
February 25, 2025
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