After all the adventures, the drama, and the bloated movies, I believe that Bilbo was lying to me. Or at least, misleading me. Because I thought the ending of his book was just fine, and hoping that it was also the ending of my book. Read more
In the morning…
(Well, “In the morning” not really having any relevance, since by the time these words wander their way into the world, the morning will probably have passed. Or even the day. Or a couple of days. Or weeks. Wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey, spaketh the Doctor.)
In the morning, my beloved will be heading to the hospital. Read more
God doesn’t need a defender.
He doesn’t need an advocate.
He has no need of legal representation. He doesn’t have a staff position for someone to argue His case.
There is no job description for Defender Of The Faith. Read more
Written a year ago, these are all my thoughts about Good Friday wrapped up in one post. And even with all these words, I have no words…
“He was oppressed and afflicted,
yet He did not open his mouth;
Ok – let me be clear about something – I have no issues with Rob Bell.
I think he may have “jumped the shark,” but that’s just a private conviction…
Between me and you, that is. Read more
In the course of listening through the Bible in a year, thanks to the Daily Audio Bible, one will come eventually to a romp through the book of Isaiah. Read more
Nomadic career path.
That’s perhaps the most eloquent summary of my journey thus far.
It certainly beats the heck out of “Aimlessly searching for purpose,” “Futilely looking for something he’ll never find,” or “Has no idea what he wants to be when he grows up, and shows no signs of ever growing up.”
Yup – nomadic career path. Much nicer. Read more
A friend of mine was preaching a sermon from the book of Ruth, and asked her friends in the social-media-interweb-internet-thingies which character they identify with most from the book… Read more
I think I might start a series called “My Weekly Butt Kicking from Pastor Craig.”
Nope – too wordy.
“Pastor Craig Kicks My Butt.”
No – just doesn’t seem right.
“Kickin’ with Craig.”
Aahhh – that’s the ticket. Read more
I pause to allow you, dear reader, to be a tiny bit envious. I don’t blame you at all – Honestly, I do an internal happy dance every time I get to use the phrase, “I work at the airport.”
See? There I go again. Read more