Well, summer is nearly past, though I hate to admit it. The neighborhood kids are all back to school. Our team here has returned from their family vacations. The local pool closes on Labor Day. Our grocer no longer has watermelon. But I’m eating...READ MORE
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So much of what is cool about Ransomed Heart is the ministry that spins off of what RH does. In the spirit of that, I want to tell a story about Paul Lavelle, who attended a Wild at Heart Boot Camp some 15 years ago—as an unbeliever, skeptical of...READ MORE
I can tell you a whole lot more about the features of a Ford F-150 than I could’ve a week ago. Which trim packages upgrade to LED box lighting. The range of performance and optional distinctions between the XLT, Lariat, and King Ranch....READ MORE
Start by doing what’s necessary;then do what’s possible;and suddenly you are doing the impossible.
-St. Francis of Assisi
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Warm summer greetings to you! (Maybe a bit too warm in some places!) I hope this letter finds you well, enjoying some of the glories of summer. Evenings on the porch. A walk in the park or woods. Popsicles. Fireflies. Pool time.
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Prison was so holy, because there was such a dependence on God. I had the gift of desperation. I couldn’t fix anything. I couldn’t do it. I had to lean into the Father.
I love summer; it’s my favorite time of year. The world is so brimming with life. It’s warm and beautiful, the flowers are blooming, all the earth seems washed with color and radiance. The grass is green, the trees are leafed out, our...READ MORE
I’ve spent 15 months in federal prison, but I can say the loneliest, darkest prison I’ve ever been in was my addiction. It was because I was alone and because I was living in secrets.... READ MORE
I hope I’m not too late.
This is my annual “sabbath” letter, more commonly remembered as my “What are you going to do for your soul this summer?” letter.
I’m guessing you’re making plans for the next several...READ MORE
Stasi and I attended the memorial service of a family friend last fall, a beautiful young man whose life was cut short in his twenties. But that is not my story to tell here. Our family needed to be together afterwards—you can’t just go home...READ MORE
I am furious.
They promised. Today was my chance. My only chance. And yet, the magician vanished as quickly as he appeared. Mostly what I see in his wake are chaos and rumors. Yet here and there, I can’t help but notice what I can...READ MORE
I’m sitting in a hotel room waiting to visit some extended family. Stasi and I flew here for a memorial service. Gosh, I hate these occasions. So awkward. So painful. Death was never meant to be part of the human experience, and we reel when it...READ MORE
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The questions came pouring in. From near and far. They have been rich and meaningful. What I thought would be one podcast celebrating the 50th episode of Become Good Soil...READ MORE
I received a text the other day from a friend of mine. It began as a surprising intrusion of joy, which grew into a rescue of my soul.
First came simply a photo, taken from the window of a bush plane somewhere in the...READ MORE
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Early in my masculine journey, I was a young man out of touch with the soul’s questions. My unmet need for validation fueled an unrelenting pull to prove...READ MORE
“Love and relationship are the bottom line of the Kingdom of God. And they must be ours if we are to establish a Kingdom culture in our homes.”
-Danny Silk, Loving Our Kids on...READ MORE
The masculine initiation can often be characterized not as a series of high achievements,
but rather as a series of humiliations of the false self.
Within the span of...READ MORE
Though it is rare, there are people who have built a strong inner character, who have achieved a certain depth. In these people, at the end of this struggle, the climb to success has surrendered to the...READ MORE
I am the grandmother to two little girls who, at four months apart, are parentheses around the age of two. One is blonde. One is brunette. One has straight hair, the other curls. They both have eyes and smiles that light up the sky and set off...READ MORE
Scrooge was haunted by the spirits of Christmas Past, Present and Future and it led to his redemption. I am haunted by the illusion of the Perfect Christmas. May it lead to mine.
How many cookies must I bake for my home to feel as sweet...READ MORE