It’s hard to believe, but we are coming up on the one year anniversary of my epic 10 day, 104 mile hike on the Appalachian Trail through Shenandoah National Park. Before this, I don’t think I’d ever walked more than a few miles, and very rarely up and down mountains. And I’d never taken a single step with a 40 pound backpack on my back. Nor had I camped overnight alone in the woods, so this trip was an amazing…
Kindness. If kindness were a fruit, I think it would be a cantaloupe… that you bought at Walmart… in the middle of winter… that’s gone mushy. Tasteless, mild, uninspiring. Of all of the complements that someone could give me, “You are so kind.”, probably ranks near the bottom. How about, “you are so brave” or “you are so powerful” or “you are devastatingly good looking.”? But, kind? I don’t know. Kindness as a virtue seems so… wimpy, so bland, so unassertive….
Aaaahhhhh… I knew we’d get to it, the most challenging evidence of Spiritual fruit in the list of 9 qualities that the Spirit wants to produce in our lives (Galatians 5:22)- the fruit of the Spirit is PATIENCE! And as every Christian knows, the last thing you ever want to pray for is patience. At least that’s what I was told growing up. Why, you ask? Because James 1:3 says, that “the testing of your faith produces patience.” So, the conventional…
I’ve written before about our neurotic dog, Chloe. Chloe is a one-year old beagle that we adopted out of the Loudoun County animal shelter, in Waterford, Virginia. A failed hunting dog, Chloe is skittish, paranoid and flinches at any sudden sound or movement. When she’s upset, she’s unconsolable- I’ve seen her refuse a piece of steak sitting in the middle of the floor, that any normal, red-blooded dog would snatch up in a second. We’ve had her for six months…
This is a tough one. I’ve been grappling with it all week, which is one of the reasons why I’m posting later than usual. Galatians 5:22 says that the evidence of the Spirit’s activity in our life is… joy. Joy is a feeling of inner contentment, satisfaction and emotional well-being produced by the Holy Spirit. How does that work? It’s easy to experience joy when life is good- you’re settled in a good place at home and church, all of…
“Hey Dad, did you see that Super Bowl commercial on love? It was put together by some insurance company.” My son Josh asked me that, this week on the phone while we were talking about the big game. Often for the Super Bowl I’m more attentive to the commercials than I am to the actual game. But somehow I missed this one. I must have been filling my plate with food… again. In my book, there are only two kind…
ruth·less /ˈro͞oTHləs/ adjective 1. having or showing no pity or compassion. The other day I misplaced something or made a simple mistake or couldn’t remember something I had just looked up… I’m not exactly sure what it was. But in my annoyance, I said out loud to myself, “You idiot!” When something goes wrong, I find that I have a whole raft of self-critical statements that play out in my head, just below the surface of my consciousness. I think most people do. …
“So, what do you think?”, my wife’s gentle eyes inquired with a bemused look and a slightly raised eyebrow. My attention snapped back like a splash of cold water. “Um… yeah… I think that’s good. I like it. Very promising.” I say, vaguely. “You didn’t listen to a word I said, did you?” Busted. Now, I don’t know how I developed this particular talent and I’m not so sure it’s a good thing. But apparently, I have the capacity to…
This past Spring, I checked a big adventure off of my bucket list. I hiked the 101 mile stretch of the Appalachian Trail (AT) that passes through the Shenandoah National Park from Front Royal to Waynesboro, Virginia- just me, a 40-pound backpack, a hammock and a walking stick. For some, the thought of walking 100 miles in the woods might seem boring. But for me, even the small things seem to hold my interest. Being out in nature energizes me….
This morning I locked myself out of the house. I knew it the second the door closed behind me. “You don’t have your keys, you idiot!”, the voice in my head rang out loud and clear. So, now what to do? Since we are new to the area, I knew that the house was, indeed, locked. I had checked each door carefully before retiring the night before. It didn’t help that at our staff luncheon yesterday, I had told the…