After the final benediction Sunday morning I remained at the piano, jamming with the band as usual. Then I faced the three guitarists, said, “Always a pleasure, gentlemen,” and headed to the sound booth to gather my lead sheets. It’s funny. You spend your whole life becoming. Always working toward goals. Always looking ahead to […]
Maker of moments, Designer of days, Purify my motives — let my ways Be sanctified, from selfish aims Redeemed. And when I cannot see For churning passion (mud-encumbered Ego feet, dragging half the world), free This foolish bird who simply longs To fly. Loose the chains of gains That weight the wings, and sing Your
I listened, and as I listened, I prayed. His pain touched places in my heart few ever reach. Even now unhurried tears flow silently down my cheeks. Tears for a brokenness I know must be lived through one breath at a time. And yet, all is well. All is infinitely well. The sun passes over
Yesterday I picked up this week’s issue of WORLD Magazine and read the following: L’Abri’s golden jubilee Next year is the 50th anniversary of the founding of L’Abri Fellowship by Francis Schaeffer. Thousands of young backpackers, burned-out hippies, and other seekers trying to sort out the big issues of life flocked to this study center
The upper school students spent the whole day at a ropes course. Most of the activities were designed to encourage teamwork in overcoming obstacles. But toward the end of the afternoon, the course director offered the kids a chance at an individual challenge. At least several stories above the ground, a single board extended from
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“It doesn’t have to be this way.” She glanced up from her book. “What?” His fiery gaze unnerved her. “It doesn’t have to be this way.” “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” She pretended to read but felt the heat of his eyes. “You wish your life could be as exciting as that
A gentle rain fell like a misty curtain, unruffled by wind, unhurried and unhindered, folds and folds of liquid fabric soothing the wounds of a thirsty earth. We drove the roads toward home — Jacob and I — and song met mood met comment. Song: “Flood water rain crash down, soak the ground, still I
Last night George and I went for a walk through a lovely old neighborhood. There’s one lot at the top of a hill with a steep, crumbling staircase that leads down to the street below. A large, wood-framed house used to sit on the lot, but it was condemned and torn down years ago. No
As a 21-yr-old newly-wed with another year to go in college, she took a job waiting tables at K-Bob’s Family Steak House. Not exactly a glamorous position, especially when you consider the dark brown uniform consisting of elastic-waist polyester pants and a matching zip-up top. A several-inch-wide, brown-and-white gingham collar broke up the monotony of
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I’ve spent hours writing today. Half of chapter eleven and all of chapter twelve. I’m at a point in the story that speaks to deep, deep places in my soul. I’ve cried today. I’ve cried and marveled and remembered and then cried some more. Good tears. Healing tears. An amazing God rules this universe. How