At age seven I touched my first computer. By age thirteen, I was connecting multiple computers together over a public … Continue reading The Great Digital Commission
Don’t let the opinions of the average man sway you. Dream, and he thinks you’re crazy. Succeed, and he thinks you’re lucky. Acquire wealth, and he thinks you’re greedy. Pay no attention. He simply doesn’t understand. — Robert G. Allen
“It’ll get old, trust me,” said the driver, smiling in a crooked sort of way as I stared out the window.
“What will get old?” I asked.
“The mountains,” he said. “Give it a year and you’ll get bored seeing the same thing.” His gaze never wavered from the road. Continue reading “Live Better Than Average”
It’s a Monday in December, 7:30 a.m. I’m staring out my car window, driving the same streets, passing the same … Continue reading Monday Morning Stars
(A poem written from a condo balcony overlooking the Gulf of Mexico) Nutty coffee. Blue water gulf. Salty cool breeze. … Continue reading Prose by the Gulf
“This was the very reason why you were brought to Narnia, that by knowing me here for a little, you may know me better there.”
— C.S. Lewis, The Voyage of the Dawn Treader
Often that is God’s plan for us, to draw us beyond our ordinary world into a place of wonder and majesty, yet riddled with battles and difficulty, to know Him better than we did before.
To grow us, change us, break through to us. To show who we are and where we are going. Our identity and our future. So we will know Him more deeply, love more passionately, and carry the treasures of that world into our own. Continue reading “It’s You or the Mothballs”
Division. It’s a word that leaves a bitter taste either because of those blasted speed drills in math class or bad memories of torn friendships and war. Most of us prefer addition and multiplication, right? Positive outcomes over the negative. United we stand, divided we fall, so we were taught.
From up here, at roughly 13,000 feet, I’m stretched out in the snow above the famous Dwight D. Eisenhower tunnel in Colorado — and division is a beautiful thing. Continue reading “Divided We Must”
I leaned over my hiking poles, gasping for oxygen like a fish out of water. Snow and ice hung like … Continue reading Jesus Wears Snowshoes