I don’t know why it’s so tough to live in the present moment. Amazing things are happening every second. But for some reason, all my mind wants to do is run away. To the past or the future, it hardly matters. I’ll daydream about almost anything that isn’t right now. This is a big problem with …
I work with a lot of really smart, progressive, modern people. I know that many of them are Christians, but we don’t usually talk about it. Faith is private. Faith is personal. Let’s talk about something a little bit less controversial – like politics or sex. Maybe it’s not such a big deal. I mean, …
One of my earliest memories is being chased by dogs. I must have been five or six years old, and I was terrified. I remember fleeing with terror down the street, gasping with fear as I closed my family’s fence gate behind me, the feisty dogs nipping at my heels. If I could travel back …
I’m pretty good at fooling myself. I don’t want to grow or change in ways that hurt. More often than I’d care to admit, I prefer a happy lie to the sorrowful truth. And that’s understandable. Reality can be tough to deal with. Sometimes, I look around me and all I see is darkness. I see …
I like to think I know what’s going on. I enjoy pretending that I’m in charge. But the fact is, I’m a fool. I have no idea what’s coming next. No matter how I strategize and plan things out, the future remains a mystery to me. I don’t really know what’s going on from moment …
There’s a children’s book I really love, called Hertzel and the Hanukkah Goblins. It’s about a Jewish village that is plagued by meddlesome goblins, who show up every year and prevent residents from celebrating Hanukkah. Every year, that is, until Hertzel of Ostropol shows up and agrees to beat the goblins at their own game. As Hertzel …
I woke up this morning with a song in my heart: I am a free man. I know this, not through any strength of my own. I don’t command armies, govern cities, or direct corporations. My freedom does not come from the power to tell others what to do. This freedom is not liberty to do …