For a moment I silence myself to listen to the sounds around me. I focus on what I can hear even in the silence.
I am thinking for a moment who Jesus really is to me. In prayer, I begin by picturing myself present with Jesus, fully present, and then I begin to have a conversation.
The gospel is so much more. It screams of a heart that beats for you and one which desires to be engaged and encountered.
Once people who know me well do see those things, the truly good friends began to call those things out of me. Anthony deMello said, "A friend calls forth, creates, a quality that he sees in me."
I have always loved the rudeness that often attends a person who desperately needs care and healing.
I have a stream of people who will gravitate to my book, but for the sake of this space, let me just say I received great help from Bruce Springsteen as it relates to defining a significant portion of my target audience.
In my entire neighborhood alone, there are a great number of children. They are all to be treasured as human beings, to be sure. But there are two little kids who are a peculiar treasure to me, more than any of those other beautiful children could hope to be.
Everything you read today about blogging, writing, creating, and marketing indicates the need to make it easier to read. You are supposed to make it easy to scroll your way through and get to 5 easy steps, 7 reasons why, or some other form of bulleted lists. My book, Beneath Broken Machines (hopefully releasing in Fall 2016) has no bullet points or lists, and here is why.
I sit and think of the times Jesus said, "Come!" to people. Then I am trying to remember all that was wrapped up in each invitation that is still being said to me today.
If my relationship with Jesus is as important as I say it is, I imagine a moment of prayer in which I sit with Him to discuss our relationship.
Strewn along the freeway median are discarded bits of clothing, mostly hats that blew off or solo shoes. How they find themselves along the freeway is a mystery. They are almost always old and tattered.