Censoring Jesus

It was beautiful, the ever-changing vistas, the cool breeze, the very unexpected sunshine. It was a place that was instantly recognized as sacred. A holy place, made all the more transcendent because of whom I experienced it with. It was Ireland, and we were on a four-course, five-day golf marathon. It was exhilaratingly brutal. I won’t forget when my brother stepped up to the tee-box and crushed the ball with a near-perfect slice that was caught by the wind, exacerbating the ball’s problematic trajectory. It was lost. A curse rang out. The phrase wasn’t lost in the breeze that took the ball. It was clear. My father looked...

Grace and the Superb...

I was born just south of Green Bay, Wisconsin. When someone asks me where I’m from, depending on his or her geographical perspective, I sometimes simply say, “Green Bay.” Because, let’s face it, who hasn’t heard of Green Bay? This place of birth makes me a genetic Green Bay Packer...

The Sky is Green and...

There are many stories in Scripture that helped form the foundational elements of my faith. These stories were so entwined with the inscape of my convictions, that not only did I need them to speak to a greater Truth; I needed them to be literally, historically and factually accurate. I needed...

The Voice of the Cre...

One of my favorite books at the moment is The War of Art: Break Through the Blocks and Win Your Inner Creative Battles. The main premise is that no matter your art, there is a struggle with resistance to create it. I consider myself an artist, certainly. But I’m not sure what I consider my...

Station 8 – Je...

From noon on, darkness came over the whole land until three in the afternoon. And about three o’clock Jesus cried with a loud voice, “Eli, Eli, lema sabachthani?” that is, “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?” When some of the bystanders heard it, they...