Monday, was memorable. So many blessings. Then came today. Tuesday. I told my customer on Sunday that I expected to be able to work a full day on Monday, but probably only had the physical capacity to work a half day Tuesday. And today, precisely at noon-- at the half day mark-- I crashed. I was eating fast food with my son, and suddenly lost all energy and burst into tears. The whole process, from Good to TOAST, took about 15 seconds. He had to drive me after that...

Last week, I blogged about The Committed Irishman, a man who had chosen to make the ultimate sacrifice-- his OWN ritualistic human sacrifice-- in 5th century Ireland. Some of you were appalled by my choice of topic, and wondered where I was going with this. Allow me to explain...

Then God showed me a different bowl. This was soup. Hands were tearing open a foil packet and emptying the contents into the bowl, but all I could see was green leafy slimy stuff floating on top. It looked like seaweed, or more likely spinach. I love raw spinach salad. But cooked spinach? Disgusting! God, what does this mean? Then a Bible verse came to mind: "Though I give you the bread of adversity and water of affliction..." What?!? I googled it, and found it is in Isaiah

"These bodies all owe their amazing state of preservation to the chemical properties of the peat, which has leatherized the skin but left it otherwise intact, so that we can see every physical detail-- even smile lines around the eyes-- just as we could have in life. All the bodies were sacrificed, and all the faces are at peace. In other words, all went willingly, one might almost say happily, to their sacrificial deaths-- like Isaac, trusting to the last the goodness of th

As I woke up this morning, I listened to the rain, checked the radar, and groaned to myself. I had so very much to do today and I could already tell that it's not going to happen. As I contemplated the cascading financial repercussions, God reminded me of a vision he gave me two nights ago. He had showed me a bunch of cooking pots, vases, and mason jars. It was a random collection of containers, as though someone had raided a flea market... They were all full.

For Peter, his future was set. The important future-- his eternal one. Oh, the present future? That was just details. He was fulfilling his mission to tell everyone he met about Jesus, and tomorrow he would tell the king and his advisors too. Right before they killed him. Cool. Later that night, an angel came, opened the prison doors, and walked Peter out to his freedom... And yet, I think the bigger story is that Peter was sleeping soundly under guard on the eve of his exe

Recovery from Round 2 of Chemo has been an adventure. I was expecting to be sick as a dog (I wasn't) and to have to walk around in the...

"God, who gets invited to dinner at your place? How do we get on your guest list? "Walk straight, act right, tell the truth..." Psalm...

I've been ruminating lately on blindness, darkness, and casseroles. Say What? Bear with me! The bible is full of examples of blindness,...

I am here at the hospital doing Round Two of four rounds of chemotherapy for Mantle Cell Lymphoma, and it is going well. I expect to be...

A close friend sent me this picture of a map and compass, and it calls up so many memories. I have always loved maps, and I enjoy...

I just started reading a book by Dr. David Jeremiah, entitled "When Your World Falls Apart: Seeing Past the Pain of the Present." Like...

I opened this morning to Isaiah 65:24: "Before they call, I will answer; while they are still speaking, I will hear." There are so many...

Quick update. I am in the room at MUSC Charleston. I get my own room (Woo-hoo!) and it has a hospital bed, recliner, couch and bathroom...

I got the call today. Mantle-Cell Lymphoma confirmed. I will have a chemotherapy port installed in my chest Tuesday morning, and will...

May I tell you what God did for me this week? On Monday, the oncologist required a second bone marrow biopsy. I did my first one under...

This morning God showed me some things for my own life right now, which may be true for some of you as well, so I thought I would share a...

I was stressing over time passing, and God spoke to my heart, "Do hours and years mean anything to me? Is there ANYTHING I can't do?"

God was telling me that, for His purposes, I was not allowed to watch while the stage was being set for the next Act. My job was... to WAIT.

Friends, God talks. And sometimes He provides warnings of trouble to come. Amos 3:7 tells us: "The fact is, the Sovereign GOD does nothing without first telling his plans to his servants the prophets." I believe that this is one of those times. Long ago, God gave pagan king Pharaoh a dream of impending famine so he would prepare, and in so preparing, save Joseph's family. And I am hearing the same thing from various people today, in unrelated ministries... that hard times and