Faith Can Work. It Did For C.S. Lewis.
A step-by-step plan for a faith that works. In the tradition of C.S. Lewis. From atheist to passionate Christian. It worked for him. Take a look for you – HEALTHY FAITH.
50th Anniversary Painting
Part of staying healthy is relaxing, playing, doing something you enjoy. The mind, heart and body needs some time away from the grind. One of my favorite ways of balancing work with play is painting. I love to paint hills, birds, ponds, and just about every part of our Father’s amazing creation. But my favorite…
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You CAN Clear Your Conscience?
“I can’t get this terrible thing I did out of my head. Can you help me clear my conscience?” While her story was unique, her problem was not. Over the years, it became obvious to me, as a counselor, that people seeking spiritual and/or emotional help often don’t know how to clear their consciences and…
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They Blessed Their Children Beautifully
On our last trip to Israel, my wife and I joined a Jewish family for their weekly Shabbat dinner in Jerusalem. I’ll never forget that emotional moment during the Shabbat meal when the father and mother took turns taking each of their children’s faces in their hands. They looked straight into their eyes, and blessed…
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Can You Name Jesus’ Seven Last Statements from the Cross?
Can You Name Jesus’ Seven Last Statements from the Cross? While the butchers who tortured and crucified Jesus were playing games, laughing and mocking him, he gasped for enough air to speak. His lips quivered and everyone wondered what he would say. Who could blame Jesus if he used his last words to curse his…
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The Worst Advice I’ve Ever Heard
As I look back on my forty years of counseling, I must admit I didn’t always give the best advice. But I believe Paul Hudson’s counsel for a successful life may be the worst advice I’ve ever heard. “Never depend on anyone but yourself.” Paul Hudson, an American entrepreneur and amateur advisor, writes for the…
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Break the Bitterness Chain
My granddad was an angry and bitter man. During the summer as a little boy, I visited him and my grandma on their farm in Virginia. Granddad was a big man. I remember how frightened I was when I saw him slap Mammy, his petite wife, for doing the smallest thing he didn’t like. I’d…
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