A while back a friend of mine, Mike, and I got on the phone. Mike and I have a weekly phone conversation on Wednesday mornings. He is a pastor in my denomination and lives across the nation in Virginia. We have been friends for 16 years. When we started talking that particular Wednesday and he…
Category: Steps
You Will Be Blessed
A while back, my friend Rebecca and I met at the local Bales’ parking lot to seek out people to pray for and love on for Jesus. Basically, there is a paucity of outreach happening, we feel. There are so many people with walking pain all over their lives, and there just are not enough…
Enjoy Portland, Share Jesus
Rebecca, a good friend, and I took the MAX from Beaverton to Pioneer Square in downtown Portland. We were to join the ranks of those who were volunteering two days before the “Compassion to Action” weekend of worship and speakers to flood Portland with the love of Jesus. We arrived at the tent in the…
Jersey – The Tunnels and The Bays
My friend “Pops,” David Luce, and I visited his home turf in June 2018, and on Thursday of our week there, we visited what is called the “Underground Hospital” also called the War Tunnels. The island of Jersey, one of the Channel Islands, occupied by the Germans during WWII is a museum of the Nazi…
Just Show Up
I arrived at the hospital parking lot later than I had hoped to get there. The situation was critical, I knew, indeed, it was life-threatening. I had been on the phone with this couple while en route. The woman predicted that I would get there in time. We had prayed then while on the phone. Jesus…
Slowing Down to a Stroll
You may not be able to tell from this picture, but neither Theo nor I had slept well the previous night. That previous day I had traveled from the coast to Smith Rock, about a 6-hour trip, with a few detours and rush hour traffic along the way, so the drive had taken me 9…
Don’t Commit Stupid
I sat in the middle seat near the front of the plane on a flight from Portland to Ontario in February. The man next to the window, dressed in a dark suit, with a purple shirt and blue and purple tie had his eyes closed and hands folded in his lap. He was not asleep,…
I don’t like that story…
Whatever I had just said, Grace (30) responded, “I don’t like that story you are telling yourself.” I loved that response. What a unique way to say, “that ain’t the truth you saying.” And it wasn’t. I suppose if there is one area of my life where I need to continue to do the most…
Discouragement and Hope
In the middle of a prayer time, January 23rd, the Lord spoke: “Son, I am FOR you. I love you. Sometimes you give in to the doubt of Moses (see Exodus 4) — that you are not good enough, strong enough, not eloquent enough. All about not measuring up. Yet you measure up to my…
I sent her to you…
In storytelling, most important is for me to find my own connection to the story. For then, I will convey a different sense of ownership when sharing it. So, I had worked and worked in preparation for a funeral I was to lead with Psalm 23. Perhaps you know it: “The Lord is my Shepherd….
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