You know that feeling when you’ve arrived somewhere — but you’re not quite in yet?
You know that feeling when you’ve arrived somewhere — but you’re not quite in yet?
We don’t need a calculator to figure out what percentage of our stuff should go in the heavenly treasury.
When I turned forty, I went to the eye doctor because everything had suddenly gone soft around the edges.
“Seek first the kingdom of God…” Or, as I often say it—the kin-dom.
Senior Sunday lives in that tender in-between: honoring what has been, blessing what is becoming, standing barefoot at the edge of what comes next.
The earliest surviving letter we have from Paul the Apostle is not a theological treatise—it is a love letter.