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