I’m studying the book of Acts and here’s what I think: Luke was a master storyteller. As he recounts the story of the apostles and the early church, he gives us little notes about Paul to prepare us for his dramatic conversion in Acts 9. Known as Saul, this young man was present at Stephen’s…
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The Goal of Scripture Memorization is Not Recitation
When I was in sixth grade, my teacher had our class memorize Patrick Henry’s “Give me liberty or give me death!” speech. I remember rehearsing the speech over and over with my classmates, trying to memorize it word for word with enough emotion to convince our teacher we knew exactly what Henry meant when he…
For William
Through the living room window, I watched him throwing a football with our fifteen-year-old son in the backyard. I knew his shoulder was hurting, and I’d expected him to say as much when the request came to toss a ball around. Every day they wait for his arrival: “Mom, when will Dad be home?” When…
Hope for the Slowly Sanctified
Do you ever look at your life and think, “This isn’t who I thought I’d be by now?” Maybe you thought you’d be more faithful, more studied, more patient, more self-controlled, wiser, holier, kinder. Maybe you hoped that after all these years some of those things you really hate about your old self had stayed…
What We Regard as Little
Sometimes I think it might be easier to be faithful to Christ when life is hard. Do you know that feeling when you get to the other side of a crisis and once you finish basking in the way everything held together, you wonder what it will take to recover your tight-fisted grip on the…
Are They the Ones Who Pray All the Time?
For dinner that night, I’d roasted some potatoes and seared some spicy chicken (which my seven-year-old deemed way too hot). Before we ate, we grabbed hands as my husband prayed. He mentioned some news of the day in his prayer, things we wanted to remember before the Lord. A couple from church had suddenly lost…
Keep Me at the Table
Sometimes I give my kids candy after dinner to keep them at the table longer. Last night the conversation around the dinner table was somehow memorable and weighty and at the same time funny and lighthearted. During our Bible reading, my 7-year-old climbed in my lap, and I thought to myself, “Remember this.” Both boys…
Christians Survive Differently
I well remember the exhaustion of brand-new motherhood. When my first son was born, I didn’t pick up my Bible for months. I was so sure that I’d arrive at the magical land of discipline later when my baby wasn’t so needy. I didn’t realize that keeping the habits of Bible reading and prayer when…
And Yet—
It doesn’t seem to matter if you know the end is near. You can still be surprised by death. You can feel its weight on your chest when you open your eyes in the morning almost three weeks later and wonder how in the world it happened. Has the sun really risen and set seventeen…
I Lift Up My Eyes to the Fields
In the afternoons, I spend more than an hour sitting in two different carpool lines to pick up my kids. Living in a rural area, one of those lines is flanked by fields. Cotton on one side, soybeans on the other. This afternoon, I rolled down the windows in my van and let the breeze…