Caverns of Adventure
Last night, two friends and I drove an hour to a small pull-off at the base of a large hill (a Tennessee mountain). After climbing to the top we grabbed a rope and dropped into a large hole on its southern face. Immediately crawling through a tiny crevice, we found ourselves at the mouth of Indian Grave Point Cave. With nothing more than a lantern and a couple flashlights we headed deep inside, several hundred feet below the surface. Read more
Excuse Me, I’m Sorry
A couple days ago, while scanning my bookshelves, I stopped at the section containing several volumes about manhood, chivalry, knighthood, and etiquette. My parents taught me the basics of politeness and manners, but I have long desired to become a true gentleman, chivalrous and gallant, a man of honor and decorum. Read more
Courts of Ecstasy
Can you see them? The sons of Korah are about to sing a song of ecstasy with an instrument of Gath (whatever that may be). They have returned from the deepest level of worship and prayer. They, like Isaiah, have seen the Lord high and lifted up. Like Ezekiel, they have caught a glimpse of the Holy Throne Room of God Himself. It is with this fresh viewpoint of God’s dwelling place they utter this song Read more
When It’s a Hard-Knock Life
What do you do when all the world seems to be against you and your divine calling? The moments when nothing appears to be going right and those spiritual foes are seemingly creating chaos? Read more
Failing to Measure Up
This weekend I got kicked in the teeth. What began as a pleasant and relaxing “conversation” soon became a time of humiliation, pain, and seemingly endless agony. I quickly realized that I should not mess with an individual who wears an Army uniform and who, as I later found out, enjoys walking around in steal-tipped boots. But unfortunately, this wasn’t my first experience with “teeth-pounding pain.” Read more
Heart Melodies
While attending seminary, I took a class on preaching. After my first sermon to the class, the professor without hesitation proclaimed, “You need voice lessons.” Huh? Let me quickly state that never once did a musical note or lyric jump from my lips while preaching the Word. Yet his critique remained rigid. I needed voice lessons. Read more
Guardians of the New Rug
Several weeks ago we laid new carpet in our church sanctuary. What once was spotty red pieces scattered upon cement became a wonderful single-piece of gray-brown delight. Everyone was excited as the first Sunday with the new carpet rolled around. The walls were freshly painted, we had a new ceiling, and now the floor was as we desired. Well that was until the pastor stood with a cup of coffee … Read more
