What's Yours'...Is Mine?
I was watching a beautiful blue heron that had perched in the river near our campsite one summer. He stood stoically, like a statue, waiting for the moment when his prey, an unsuspecting small fish, would swim close enough to become lunch. Day after day, I noted his watch over about 100 yards of river—his presence was consistent. He was beautiful, almost prehistoric in appearance...but always in that same stretch of river. Then one morning, his tranquil watch was disrupted. A
The God of "Impossible" Choices
Many years ago, our church denomination went through MASSIVE doctrinal changes. We literally went from being a legalistic cult to being part of orthodox, evangelical Christianity. As I preached my way through this with a couple of churches, my best friend became a test of my faith and conviction. Second only to my wife, this guy was someone I did everything with. We had run successful youth camps together, organized events at church, and just had fun. I loved him and his fami
Considering the Source...
I attended a missions training recently and noted what I feel is a dangerous “slide” occurring as a response to multiculturalism in the West. Evangelical Missions gurus are promoting an idea which affects new converts from Islam to Christianity. The thought is that those former Muslims should continue to practice what they call “Cultural Islam,” in order to remain safe and functional in their society. We give them bibles that look like the Quran and are written in Arabic. We
Unlikely Fishing Holes
I recently went fishing with my friend Chris in an unlikely spot. It was a small, shallow inlet next to an ugly old factory on the CT river—in DECEMBER, no less! As we geared-up and prepared to launch Chris' boat in the river, I remember thinking, "This is crazy! It will never work! It's too cold and I've fished this river--there's not much to catch!" Still, I knew my buddy was an expert fisherman so I jumped into the boat and, dodging ice flows, off we went. It was amazing!