I didn’t used to get out much. For twenty years I learned grace in a pretty sheltered environment. Now, go figure, I go out and speak about it. I have run into a huge tent of people from all strains of this faith in Jesus, deeply wanting to believe this life in grace. Beautiful people. [...]
I have been reading the Bible cover to cover for the last couple of months. I am a little more than half way through. I have been a Christian for most of my life but I have never read the Bible this way. I have read it in chunks—Pentateuch, Major Prophets, Gospels, Wisdom Books, etc. [...]
I have a friend that is going through an unimaginably hard time. I’m not going to go into detail because his story is not my story to tell. But suffice it to say that his situation is one of the most dramatic and tragic I have come across in my years on this earth. A [...]
I became a believer 29 years ago. On December 23rd.
This week I was transported back to that time. It was an incredibly personal and intimate week with God. He allowed me to remember how preciously Jesus had revealed Himself to me. So, I’ve tried to capture a sense of the world before His appearing. I [...]
Several weeks ago I was on facebook, instant messaging with a really funny and great guy named Dave Burchett. He’s a writer, blogger and television producer for the Texas Rangers baseball games. Anyway, in the middle of our conversation he wrote these words:
“Hey John, my 1-year Grace Anniversary was this week.”
I stopped typing, took my [...]
It’s been several weeks now since I returned from the eleventh annual Ernest Borgnine Memorial Music Appreciation Society weekend. I know. Odd. Strange. But way cool. A long way back about fifteen of us, all good friends and intense lovers of music, decided we would get together several times a year to play our favorite [...]
About a week ago, the Lynch family came back from a vacation at Newport Beach. It was a great time. I was allowed to take naps and mindlessly surf cable stations through Ginsu knife infomercials and reruns of Barnaby Jones. None of this, of course, am I allowed at home. Stacey works me pretty hard. [...]