No. 8 – Walking on a Sunday Afternoon (Luke 24:18-35), Part 2

Epiphany. That's a big word. How about "an a-ha moment?" Whatever you call it, that's what I experienced the day it dawned on me that the Old Testament was all about Jesus. All of the old stories were no longer just allegorical tales about good people. Those stories became signposts, markers that point to Jerusalem,…

Resurrection Sunday +1: When Things Got Real

It's the most important question you'll ever ask yourself. Who is Jesus of Nazareth? It's a two-thousand-year-old question, and it started with the people of Israel when Jesus lived here on earth. In those brief three years of Jesus' public ministry, God led many to quickly recognize Jesus' true identity.  When Jesus came to the…

Resurrection Week: On a Cross Beside Jesus (Luke 24:32-43)

I'm thankful every minute of my life that Jesus died for me on that cross.  I know that if God had chosen, he could have punished me for my sins instead of punishing Jesus.  But Christ's atoning death satisfied my sin debt, and the debt of everyone else in the world who believes in Him.  Because…

A Question of Nails

Shopping at a novelties store last weekend, I ran across this puzzle, which apparently involves as many as seven nails. (That's how many straight nails you can see in the packaging, not counting the two bent ones on the left side.) Seeing this puzzle raised a question in my mind: How many nails does it…

Conversation Starters

On a back road in Southern Illinois, heading home for a Memorial Day visit, I saw these words on a church sign in Thompsonville, Illinois: Jesus is God's selfie. I love clever church signs as much as the next guy. And I understand the desire to engage the culture "where it's at." As long as…

May I Have This Dance

Has the weight of just a thought ever taken your breath away? Happened to me just this morning. Maybe it's the fact that my daughter's wedding is now less than two months away, and she was in town this past weekend for her first bridal shower. Maybe it's this fact that this afternoon, my wife…

Perspective, Promise and Presence

There are just two things I want to know when I start hiking a trail. Where does it go? And how hard will it be? For me, the trail is a metaphor for life. For the passage of time. For choices made and not made. I'm also fascinated by the fact that inverting just two…