Rain on dry dust. I remember walking barefooted down a dirt road as a kid in Arkansas, watching those first few drops strike the ground before me. The dust became blotched with dark blobs of wetness, and as more sprinkled down, my nostrils filled with the incredible rich smell of the earth beginning to drink. … More Inkspill No. 20: Rain on Dry Dust
I am learning to overcome a natural tendency toward absentmindedness. This tendency is usually triggered by worry, agitation, stress — the cure for these being, of course, the peace of Jesus Christ. Suffice it to say I have not always practiced this peace, and the Lord has bailed me out of more scrapes than I … More Inkspill No. 19: Saving Love
“Enter into his gates with thanksgiving, and into his courts with praise: be thankful unto him, and bless his name.” — Psalm 100:4 One thing I notice about living a life of grace is that I never run out of things to be thankful for. As soon as I realize how good God is, and … More Inkspill No. 17: Every Good and Perfect Gift
Cares. Caring, care for, careful. Care-full. I know why people go on vacation. It’s to forget, for a time, the weight of the words above listed. Or at least try to. There is, of course, a positive connotation to the word care: that is, to tend to lovingly, as in “caring” for an ailing family member. One of … More Inkspill No. 13: The Fine Art of Carrying Burdens
I have lived nineteen years on God’s green earth. From outer space, of course, this planet is more blue ocean than green land–but if you have ever looked intently into the bouncing waters beneath your quick white tourist boat, as I did one year in Newport–you know that seawater is (in its heart) green. . … More Inkspill No. 7: Time Thoughts
What is the point of God’s grace? I mean, it means so many wonderful things that it would take a book as long as . . . well, as long as the Bible, to explain it all. But what’s the underlying point? The Big Cheese? The bit we can bite into and hang on until … More Inkspill No. 6: Feel Free to be Happy
My Dear, You have discovered (to your astonishment) that the good opinions of other people are not, in the end, what brings you happiness. How much grief you’ve caused yourself, attempting to explain your spirit to the world! For in doing so you inevitably alter the truth of it in an effort to win their … More Inkspill No. 5: To a Young Woman
I woke up this morning with a thought: the thing that makes me me is not my brain power, appearance, talents, or accomplishments. Which is good, because each of these has disappointed me at one time or another. No, I am defined by love for God and love for other people. The best thing about me … More Inkspill No. 4: Who am I, Again?
“There remains, then, a Sabbath-rest for the people of God; for anyone who enters God’s rest also rests from his own work, just as God did from his. Let us, therefore, make every effort to enter that rest . . .” (Hebrews 4:9-11, NIV) I will jump right into this with a question: what does the … More Inkspill No. 3: Once Upon a Sunday
The other night I had a disturbing dream. In it, I was watching a movie trailer, which played out vividly and grotesquely, the plotline narrated by a deafening voice. It went something like, “When the sins of the world became too much . . . [dark music plays] . . . the unthinkable happened. Here … More Inkspill No. 2: Crucified Twice?