Tag Archives: Spiritual Formation

In a society that is relentless in its marketing towards a new and better you, it only seems logical that with the turning of the new year comes this insatiable media onslaught for self improvement as soon as “the ball drops.” Most of us go into some sort of insane mental ping-pong in an attempt to come up with the …

  I was riding my bicycle downtown. It was a pretty populated time of day … and I had no clothes on … God is speaking to us all the time. He’s been speaking to us since creation. In fact, it was His voice itself that made us! (See the book of Genesis.) I didn’t know this as a child, …

When my marriage ended, I didn’t doubt God’s love for me, but I believed my life was ruined beyond hope of repair. Any future I could have would be a “making do”—a consolation prize. But one of the peculiar things about Christians is that we believe in resurrection. In fact, resurrection is the hope of the Christian life. Without it …

Life as a single is, well, busy. It seems to be a never-ending flow of work, study, friends, trying to stay active in some form or fashion, church, God’s good gift of sleep and the occasional blessing of a nap. In all honesty, I love this part of it. Being able to get up and go whenever I want or …

Last night, a group of men gathered to celebrate one of my friend’s final days as a bachelor. What was missing from our night—and from the wedding—is that a few men chose not to attend because of past hurts, unresolved conflict and ultimately an unwillingness to forgive. As I missed their presence, the words of a mentor echoed in my …

I left the party, wondering what the heck had just happened. Out of my mouth had flown the strangest, loudest and most obnoxious things I could think of, and I had absolutely no idea why I said any of them. It was as if someone else, some stranger, had gone to the party, masquerading as me. I kicked myself all …

I sat on the overstuffed chair in my friend Kay’s guesthouse. There to study, pray and write for the day, I noticed for the fourth time that the clock sitting atop of the armoire ticked, but the time never changed. The second hand exerted effort to move the hour and the minute hand around the face of the clock, but …