Ponderings

A lot of people were wearing IU (or Miami) gear yesterday, and this morning, some may still be wearing it. In Indianapolis, I saw Colts hats, hoodies, jerseys, and flags, and up here in “Da Region,” it’s more about the Bears. When it comes to

“Let justice roll down like waters, and righteousness like an ever-flowing stream” (Amos 5:24). Today we remember Martin Luther King, Jr., not simply as a historical figure, but as one who pointed beyond himself to the deep moral and spiritual currents of the gospel. King

This week, for some reason, I’ve been searching out obscure Bible verses that have a lesson to teach us … but not at first glance. This morning, I came across Song of Songs 2:15: “Catch for us the foxes, the little foxes that ruin the

This is my morning so far: wake up slightly before 6 am, shower, let Tori out, feed Tori, make coffee, start a load of laundry, sit on the couch for my devotional time while working on this meditation, and, in less than five minutes, drift

Yesterday’s meditation focused on our occasional need to get started by climbing a literal or metaphorical hill, to get to a place where we can lean our trust in God. Jonathan was seeking guidance for dealing with a battle, but in 1 Kings 18, Elijah

1 Samuel 14 devotes several verses (1–14) to a guy climbing a hill. There’s a little more to it than that, but that’s the way the story begins. Jonathan is the son of Israel’s king, and a lot of people have high expectations of him.

I hate it when someone decides that something I depend on has suddenly become “obsolete,” and I’m told that, for my own good, a change is required. You know the feeling. Your computer or phone works just fine; then, a notice appears. An update is

If we believed, as ancient civilizations before us, that the gods speak in howling winds, then God has been speaking to us for hours. Rather loudly, in fact. But we know that’s not what’s happening. Pressure systems. Temperature differences. Cold fronts that collide with warm

A few days ago, I purchased a two-pack of “tuff” toys for Tori. The box promised they were made to withstand rough play. Both toys are now mere shells of their former selves. I’ve picked up stuffing several times a day, and the only reason