Contemplative Prayer-Seeing the Son of Man

On the day after my first son was born, I stood at the discharge counter; only KJ wasn’t going home.  We needed to transfer him to the children’s hospital trauma center.  The night before a kind doctor had explained to us that our son was a very sick little boy, needing 3-4 operations the first…

Contemplative Prayer-In Whose Presence?

Squeezed inside a makeshift tent in the living room, a perfect hiding place for a granddaughter’s over-worked imagination. “What’s that?” I whisper.  Her eyes widen, and a thin smile parts her lips.  My eyes mimic hers in widening fear as we stare at one another.  “The monster’s close, don’t move a muscle,” I say.  Her…

Contemplative Prayer-In Whose Arms?

For contemplative prayer to be grounded, it relies on two movements of faith.  The first happens when we reach for the person of Jesus Christ in his invitation to “come.” In my mind’s eye I see his arm stretched toward me, the same way it was stretched on the cross and nailed in place. His…

Watch The White Line

Self-Leadership in a Crisis God uses times of crisis to prepare leaders for, well… times of crisis.  Perhaps you can trace your own leadership roots to a trial, weakness or disappointment.  It’s how God prepared and reconstructed the Apostle Paul, who bravely said, “For when I’m weak, then I’m strong.”    That’s comforting for someone…

Set Back, Or Set Up?

When I signed on to the Great Commission army, I though my my job description was straight forward; “Go and make disciples of all nations.” What I missed was the fine print; ‘This enlistment will cost you everything.’ Jesus told the parable of the man who found a treasure, sold all he had, and went…

The Power Of An Endless Life

The night I received Christ I returned to my dorm room and looked at the large framed picture hanging over my desk. In it a man stretched himself over a cliff to save a lamb caught on a ledge.  I had bought the antique print several years before. But in that moment, for the first…

The Fast Cheetah Doesn’t Win!

Our three-year old granddaughter, Willa, announced to us the other day, “we can’t go outside!”  When I asked why, she said, “there’s a fast cheetah out there!”  “Oh my,” I gasped, playful, as I stared at the phone screen into her saucer eyes and puckered lips. “Who told you that?” “Mommy!”   “She’s right, there…

Can You Feel The Squeeze?

Fathers and mothers are holding their children tighter than ever these days. Even as anxiety sits heavy in the air, God wants us to feel that same kind of squeeze from him. I admit, the climbing numbers, the lockdowns, the stories of men my age dying, all started to get to me.  The good part?…

Stretch Out Your Hand…

A shadow has crept across our landscape with Covid-19 spreading through communities.  There’s a tendency to let that shade mute our typical effervescent selves, make our life smaller, less engaged—even quiet our voices.  However, God created night, not to bring fear, but to offer rest, rejuvenation and shared moments; to pour back into us what…

Dom Vito, Repair Man

My friend was telling me about his repair man,  Don Vito. “We were sitting in my RV as he was tinkering with the broken generator,” he said.  “I wanted to get to know this gregarious Italian; what was behind his infectious personality.”  Dom had lived on the coast in a beautiful home in San Clemente,…

Naming the Clouds

“Be still and know that I am God.” Be still and know that I am Be still and know Be still Be”  I grew up in a little yellow house set off a gravel road.   In front of us was an orchard, and behind us a thick band of woods.  My brother JoJo and I…

Fire In The Belly

Lessons for the first-half crowd Subject: Fire in the Belly This is the second in a series of short letters, addressed to what I call, first-half-of-lifer’s. I grew up watching Twilight Zone and remember one episode that began with a room full of people at a masquerade ball. In his usual creepy voice, Rod Sterling…