Jesus Hated Shame, You Can Too

The other night, I was putting my little daughters to bed, and I sensed that I needed to talk to them about shame. I figured we could discuss it the next day since it was already late, but I didn’t realize the Holy Spirit was prompting me for a reason. Before I left the room, one of my daughters said, “Daddy, a girl at school called me a mean name.” “What was it?” I asked. She covered her face with her hands and said, “I don’t want to say.”

Blaming God for My Chronic Illness

In 2009, I was at a friend’s birthday party when my vision suddenly became distorted. I could hear and see everyone, but it felt like I was in a dream. About 15 seconds later, I came out of it. I walked over to my friend, who’s a doctor, and tried to describe what happened. “Maybe you’ve got superpowers,” he said, and we both chuckled. Soon thereafter, I stopped chuckling.

How to Effectively Alienate People with Evangelism (Updated with an Apology)

A massive evangelistic event was afoot in Washington, D.C. There was all-day activity, preaching, and Christian contemporary music. And there were Christians, lots of Christians. I stepped onto the Metro one night after work, and I soon realized some of the attendees of the event were on the train. In addition to looking like fanny-pack tourists, they were wearing Christian-themed t-shirts. Two middle-aged women in the group were quietly talking about their strategy for sharing their faith with strangers on the train….

God Help the Little Girl I Shamed on the Bus

I don’t have a lot of regrets from my childhood, but there’s one from fifth grade that still bothers me. I made friends with a second grader named Jennifer who rode my bus.  She had a round face, a raspy voice, and a wild mop of wavy blond hair. And those eyes — they nearly disappeared when she smiled, which she did a lot — especially when she was talking to me.

The Sound of Jesus’ Voice in My Daughter’s Scream

I’ve had some stressful rehearsals as a worship leader in my church, but last Sunday took the cake. While my wife and I were on the stage practicing with the band, my daughters were running around the sanctuary pretending they were queens in Narnia. I noticed they were up in the balcony at one point, but I didn’t pay much attention to them. But then over the sound of the music, I thought I heard someone screaming.

Where is God When We’re Anxious?

Last week, a series of minor, negative events happened throughout the morning. It started with a bit of unexpected, disappointing news, and the dominos just kept falling from there. By mid-afternoon, my chest felt tight with anxiety, and my breathing was slightly more shallow than normal. When I got home, I made dinner for my daughters and tried to distract myself from the heaviness inside by checking my email and social media. It didn’t work. 

What Jesus Wants to do with our Childish Concerns

This morning, I got down on the floor and played with Lincoln Logs for the first time my life.  We got them for our daughters for Christmas, and my youngest daughter wanted me to show her how to put them together.  In no time, I got lost in the process of building the perfect log cabin with her.  I think there’s something beautiful that was going on with that.

If You’re Secretly Afraid You Might Go to Hell…

Last week, I wrote an op-ed for Fox News Opinion called, “How to Know the Moment When You Really Got Saved.”  I have never written something that provoked so many comments, personal emails, or Facebook messages.  Fortunately, most of the responses were filled with awe at how completely God saved us through the blood of His Son, Jesus.  And one of those messages, in particular, touched me.

How to know the moment when you really got saved

I grew up in the Deep South, an area heavily influenced by the evangelical Christian faith. For many of us southern believers, the best articulation of our theology of salvation was the phrase, “Once saved, always saved.” The idea basically boils down to this: Jesus died on the cross for your sins, and once you say the “sinner’s prayer,” you are forever saved, and it can’t be undone, no matter what you do. 

Why this D.C. Resident Isn’t Freaking Out About a Terrorist Attack

I’m a D.C. resident, and yesterday, I took my little girls ice skating for the first time.  It was chaotic, crowded, and a lot of fun for my daughters.  And although I hate to admit it, it occurred to me that if a terrorist really wanted to wreak some havoc, it would be easy for him to shoot the place up before anyone could stop him.  What a heartwarming idea.