Christ Posts

A Resurrection of a Different Sort


Salem, Oregon – Resurrection is that moment when Jesus rose up from the darkened cave in which he was buried, cast off his too-tight grave clothes, pushed aside that massive stone and walked out in the bright sunlight of day.

He is Risen, as my grandson Bean declares.

But resurrection isn’t just a one-time happening that absolved a world of its daily and unyielding sinfulness. Resurrection happens every single day in our lives and the lives of those we love, in big and small ways. Too often, though, we fail to recognize the daily resurrections, fail to see them for the miracles they are, fail to shout the victories that are happening all around us. read more

An Easter Message


My daughter sent me a text last night of my grandson. He was sitting in his rocker with his bare feet in a pan, his pants cuff rolled up, grinning from ear-to-ear.

His momma had just washed his feet. A retelling of the Scripture story.

He liked it so much he asked her to wash them again. To tell him the story of Jesus once more.

So she did.

When she finished, he asked if he could wash her feet. read more

Holy Week Hymn

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I had been in the backyard working on one of those DIY projects. Years ago, Tim built a log glider and gave it to me as a gift. Mother’s Day, I think it was. At our current home, I have two rockers, a porch swing and the backyard glider. I consider them all tools of the trade. Storytellers must have places for all that pondering.

The wicker rocker in my bedroom came from Aunt Grace’s home in Georgia. Aunt Grace wasn’t my aunt, she was the aunt to my childhood friend Beth McCombs. I spent a Thanksgiving with Aunt Grace and the family once, or was it Easter? Who can say? But I do recall that we ate several slices of cake and handfuls of caramel chews while Grace sat in that white rocker and swapped stories with Norfleet and Judge Rufe. read more

Let’s Talk Ebola


Let’s talk Ebola for a moment.

I, like many of you, have been praying for those afflicted by Ebola. Not just Dr. Brantly and Nancy Writebol, the two Americans who were afflicted with the virus while ministering health to those suffering in West Africa, but for all the people infected by this deadly virus.

I wrote a book a while back titled Where’s Your Jesus Now? The title is a mocking one, posed to a grandmother held hostage at gunpoint as her grandchildren were kidnapped. read more