Next Sunday miniature ghosts, goblins and superheroes will emerge at dusk to comb the streets in search of candy. Even Fauci has encouraged kids to “go out there and enjoy” Halloween. It is a long tradition in America, one I grew up with as a child and one I enjoyed as a parent. It is, perhaps, one of the few traditions we still celebrate outside with our neighbors. Manicured lawns are transformed into a mystical world of floating cobwebs, jack-o-lanterns and tombstones.
Monday, October 25, 2021
Halloween 2021
Tuesday, October 19, 2021
Costly Grace
I first heard Billy Graham preach in 1970 at Cowboys Stadium in Irving, Texas. The legendary teams of Tom Landry had yet to play in the stadium which was in its last stages of construction. I sat in rapt silence with more than 50,000 others as Dr. Graham preached. At the close of the service, thousands flooded the aisles in response to his invitation to trust Christ. I later witnessed the same in Houston and Minneapolis. For more than 50 years he preached with the same results in more than 185 countries and territories.
Tuesday, October 12, 2021
Blind Spots
All of us have have blind spots. Our brain fills in the picture so we don’t realize it. But the blind spots in our field of vision are very real. In medical terms, “it is the place in the visual field that corresponds to the lack of light-detecting photoreceptor cells on the optic disc of the retina where the optic nerve passes through the optic disc.”
Jesus often told simple stories so that we might see our spiritual blind spot and understand the important lessons of life. Jesus said, “This is why I speak in parables: though seeing, they do not see; though hearing, they do not hear or understand.” (Matthew 13:13).
Wednesday, October 6, 2021
Where Are the Birds?
I have often risen before dawn to sit outside under the stars listening as the birds announce the coming day. It starts with a tweet or a chirp and then, as a crimson glow streaks the gray sky, their songs rise to a chorus as the sun breaks above the horizon. But lately, there have been no songs. The pre-dawn darkness is shrouded in an eery silence. The first shadows stretch across the landscape where there is no movement. The birds are absent. Where have they gone?