James Curren was a sleepwalker. It was nothing serious. The seventy-seven year old usually got up, got his cane, wandered through the house, and went back to bed. But one night his sleepwalking took a […]
He could literally feel the hum and crackle of celebrity magic. People thronged the street, chanting his name, waving, trying to touch him.
He couldn’t remember where his life of stealing and violence had started, but it was horribly clear where it had led—the death penalty.
I wonder if a house can be haunted by good things.
Have you ever wrestled an alligator? Been skydiving? Bungi jumped? Rode a bull? Tried mixed martial arts cage fighting? Been in a high-speed motorcycle race? Brought someone to faith in Christ?
I’m weary of bad news. The issues and anger of our time are growing faster than bread mold.
During this time of racial violence, loss of life, and the tension-filled aftermath, talking heads have had plenty to say. A lot of it hasn’t been helpful.
Last week I visited a place I had only seen in wall calendars. It was an alien landscape—an immense desert lake framed with surreal geology.
When we hunger for great things, but despise small things, we actually end up missing those great things.
Just because something is little, doesn’t mean it’s easy or cheap. Be brave to say and do small things for Christ, because they often have the greatest impact.