The taste of the bread … a reminder of your body broken for me. The taste of the cup … a reminder of your blood for me. Communion and betrayal. Oneness and separation. Wholeness and brokenness. All these thing were part of a single day in your life, Lord, but aren’t they all part of … Continue reading
I returned late yesterday from Passion 2012, where I served as a doorholder for 44,000 college students who met in Atlanta for four days of teaching and worship. They were also asked to help fund organizations working to end modern-day slavery. The goal was $1 million. They raised more than $3 million. Words can’t express … Continue reading
2012 is here. It seems hard for me to believe, but it’s been four years since I last met with a group of high school seniors at the local Starbucks on Tuesday nights for a totally unscripted evening of talking about the Bible, their upcoming high school graduation, what it means to be a believer, … Continue reading
The legacy sits quietly on the bookshelf, too fragile to be of any practical use. It’s yellowed pages threaten to flutter away and must be turned carefully to find the treasures within. A piece of paper with names and dates. It’s the birthdates of the family members who have gone before me, beginning with Mary … Continue reading