Trying to be Faithful

Trying to be Faithful

if you are like me, you spend a lot of your life paying attention to what’s right in front of you—taking care of your responsibilities, juggling your various commitments, trying to find a little time for yourself now and then. Maybe it’s only occasionally that you step back and look at the big picture and wonder, “Where am I going? Am I living my life the way I want to? The way I ought to?”

Faith as a Verb

Faith as a Verb

Does the idea of faith warm your heart, or leave you cold? Faith is one of those things that gets spoken of a lot, but how often do we explore what it really means?

You can, step by step, build a good life – a life of faith. But it doesn’t just happen by wishful thinking. It takes attention, and time, and effort.

Idle and Blessed

Idle and Blessed

Back in my twenties, I lived in Washington, DC. Despite what some politicians say about lazy bureaucrats, I found Washington to be a city filled with hard-working people. Even at a party, it seemed the primary conversation was about work—how hard people were working, and how busy they were. One summer I went away on vacation, and when I came back, I was feeling happy and relaxed.

Holy Ground

Holy Ground

On Sunday morning three weeks ago, my wife Tracey and I went to church in Scotland. It was our last full day in that lovely green country that we had been wandering around for two weeks. We went to Elgin Cathedral, a church with no roof and with grass for a floor, because it had fallen into ruin during the Reformation, five hundred years ago. There was no service, and there hadn’t been one there for a long time, but it felt like church as we moved quietly through that space.