In my last post, I spoke about the first real miracle that I had experienced personally, when God led a Muslim taxi driver we met in Trinidad to an evangelistic meeting in the mountains and convinced him of the reality of his need for Christ’s forgiveness. I said that there were other miracles that I… Continue reading Distractions
When I was growing up, I was quite interested in miracles. I remember when I was a junior in high school, playing volleyball with our church youth group at the park. I jumped (with bare feet) on a broken beer bottle hidden in the grass, and received a very deep cut on the arch of… Continue reading Do we have the eyes to see God’s grace?
I know my wife has been waiting with baited breath (whatever THAT means, I still haven’t figured it out!) for this entry. She also told me she has the right of first edit. But, that’s okay; I certainly don’t plan to say anything she wouldn’t agree with, I don’t think! I believe I’ve already told… Continue reading Our Love Story
God has given my wife and I a really wonderful and fulfilling ministry with young adults, both at our church, Elim, and beyond. (I’ll share more about that later in a different post.) We’ve engaged with many who are writers or who want to be writers and so they frequently seek my advice. And the… Continue reading The three Rs … well, maybe scratch the 3rd R
Yesterday I talked about all that was going right for me and my relationship with God as I headed out of high school and into college. With the immensity of the challenges to my faith that I faced in my senior year of high school, one might think that a Christian college as good as… Continue reading The Valley of the Shadow of Death
In yesterday’s blog I spoke about meeting God behind a (non-burning) bush at the side of my house in Sylmar, California, when I was 8. Now, one might reasonably think that an actual meeting with God, hearing Him speak to you so clearly about being willing to partner with you to change the direction of… Continue reading A Slow Learner
I was raised in a Christian family, and some of my earliest memories are of churches I attended with my family. In these churches I heard the Gospel … or at least a form of it. The pitch I remember went something like this: We are all sinners in need of a Savior. If you… Continue reading Meeting God in a (Not-Burning) Bush
I realize I was a person before my first memory, when I was 2 years of age, but because I don’t remember it, there’s not a lot I can tell you. I was born at Santa Monica Hospital on March 16, 1957 … the same year that the space race began (6 months later) with… Continue reading It Begins … My First Memories Foreshadow a Spiritual Purpose
Tonight I’m blessed to lead a Bible study for our church’s young adults group, Pulse, on one of my favorite passages in Scripture, Zechariah 4. I mentioned at the end of my first ShortChanged blog my life verse, Zechariah 4:6. This verse, which declares: “Not by might, nor by power, but by my Spirit, says… Continue reading How Anything That Matters Happens
“Not by might, nor by power, but by My Spirit, says the Lord.” This blog is intended to demonstrate vividly how that truth has worked out in my life, and in the lives of others around me.