living deliberately in a complex world
By all rights, I ought to be one of the most digitally-immersed people out there. After all, I work for NASA with a team of people from around the world. As part of the Air National Guard, I am in near-constant communication with peers and colleagues at multiple locations around the globe. I love tinkering with computers, especially . . .
creating a new habit in your home
One of the most important yet most difficult spiritual disciplines we have put into practice in our family is consistent time for family worship and devotions.
This practice is one of the most important because it is our calling and privilege as parents to pass along the faith to our children. Martin Luther understood this well . . .
The lack of mystery in our modern life is our downfall and our poverty. A human life is worth as much as the respect it holds for the mystery. We retain the child in us to the extent that we honor the mystery. Therefore, children have open, wide awake eyes, because they know that they are surrounded by mystery...We destroy the . . .
the battle continues
I want to write. But wanting to write and actually writing are two entirely different things.
Wanting to X and doing X are always different. In reality, wanting something is incredibly easy. Making that thing a reality is oftentimes incredibly difficult.
There are a myriad of reasons why I don't write every day. I . . .
True individuality is measured by this: how long or how far one can endure being alone without the understanding of others. The person who can endure being alone is poles apart from the social mixer. This person is miles apart from the one who manages successfully with everyone – the one who possesses no sharp edges. God never . . .
Words have not come easily of late.
Life has become cluttered and hectic, diverting attention.
Crises have come and gone, stealing time and energy.
Busyness has crept in, establishing a beachhead that it will not concede.
Though my soul has burned to write,
Though my hands have ached to pick up a pen,
Though . . .
I avoid public gatherings as much as possible, for the discussion of worldly affairs so quickly snares and encumbers the soul.…Why is it that we are so ready to chatter and gossip with others, when we so seldom return to silence without some injury to our conscience? Perhaps the reason we are so fond of talking is that we think . . .