My Boring Testimony
I don't remember a time not knowing I was a sinner. Seriously, I've always understood that Christ died for me.
Salvation and the Silly Summit of Some Great Thing
Overcrowding on Mount Everest betrays what our culture worships. We bow down at the altar of the impossible to be seen as the conquerors, the champions.
My Grace-Covered Memory
My past, littered about this tiny island, resurrects itself when I draw near, but it never does so alone. It is always accompanied by the Savior.
Faith in a Sea of Unbelief
God bestows faith to the end that it should deal not with ordinary things, but with things no human being can master as death, sin, the world, and Satan.
No Church Revitalization without Mission
The Church, having turned the Gospel into a moral performance, a judgemental system of do's and do-nots, must come to grips with the fact that the culture has moved on.