The Fear and Relief of Being Known (Psalm 139)

Does anybody really know you? Not just know of you but actually know YOU? I find that there is a mixture of great fear and great relief in being known. On one hand, having your personality, thoughts, emotions and behaviors exposed can be freeing to the soul. There is no need for hiding. On the other hand, being vulnerable is... well, one of the most uncomfortable feelings a person can face in this world of sin.

When Your Doctor Says, ‘That Doesn’t Look Good…’

Note: I wrote this blog on Monday and thought I had published it. Nope. So here it is. Yet another medical update... My body is a mess. Joints and muscles, bones and nerves... just about every major function of my body has been compromised in some way. I wish I could blame it on my … Continue reading When Your Doctor Says, ‘That Doesn’t Look Good…’

2017: The Year That Was

Scattershooting while regretting the three (or more) chocolate peanut clusters I consumed on New Year's Eve at my mother-in-law's house... It's two degrees outside here in the mighty plains city of Hays, Kansas. The lovely Mrs. Newton and I arrived yesterday, this being the third and final stop on our annual Christmas visitation tour. It's … Continue reading 2017: The Year That Was

Five Ways the Holidays Stress Us Out

When I was a kid I never realized how stressful the Christmas season could become. When you're eight or 10 or 11 years old, Christmas is all about presents and Christmas trees and lights and sugar cookies. There are road trips to see grandparents, singing "Silent Night" by candlelight at church, and endless teasing from … Continue reading Five Ways the Holidays Stress Us Out

Advent 2017: Ten Bruises, Three Warped Toes and the Danger of Closing My Eyes

"Are there not twelve hours in the day? If anyone walks in the day, he does not stumble, because he sees the light of this world. But if anyone walks in the night, he stumbles, because the light is not in him." — Jesus (from John 11:9-10) It's tough to walk in the dark. In … Continue reading Advent 2017: Ten Bruises, Three Warped Toes and the Danger of Closing My Eyes