I am not a Christian because I was raised to be one

I am not a Christian because I was raised to be one

How Then Shall We Live? | Part 4

In this series of posts, I have been asking this question posed by Francis Schaeffer over 30 years ago, “How then shall we live?” We are looking at the only two letters from Peter the Apostle

He began by identifying himself as an apostle. The Greek word translated apostle means a ‘Sent One.’

In The Mood

In The Mood

When I saw him get out of his car at the Walmart, my eyes immediately went to his cap. He had that clear-eyed forthright look that was emblematic of his generation, the one Tom Brokaw dubbed The Greatest Generation. As I walked over to him, he looked a little wary. I said “Excuse me sir…I saw your WWII Veteran cap and I just wanted to thank you for you service.”

With a grip of steel he shook my hand. He looked like he had been caught off guard, and got a little misty eyed and said…”142.”

Inheritance of the Saints

Inheritance of the Saints

How Then Shall We Live? | Part 3

As we continue in this series ‘How Then Shall We Live?’ Remember that the Apostle Peter is writing from Rome to a group of people in Asia Minor that will soon feel the force of the Roman Empire brought down on their heads. The persecution under Nero was horrific. In his greeting to those he has already described as ‘Scattered Strangers’, he reminds them from the outset that theirs is a living hope based on the resurrection of Jesus and that they are destined for an inheritance that is literally not of this world.

“Beam me up Scotty!”

“Beam me up Scotty!”

How Then Shall We Live? | Part 2

Have you reached that place yet where you feel totally at a disconnect with what is developing around us? “To God’s elect… strangers in the world… scattered…” I Peter 1: 1-2 This is how the Apostle Peter addressed the first of two letters that he sent to the region of Asia Minor. It is probable that Peter wrote from Rome where he witnessed first-hand the horrific persecution unleashed on Christians by Emperor Nero.

How then shall we live?

How then shall we live?

How Then Shall We Live? | Part 1

How then shall we live? These words from the late Francis Schaeffer hold particular meaning for me as we face these rapidly deteriorating circumstances—as all that we once held to be true and inviolate is being cast aside like a candy wrapper. Are you feeling it…the knot in your stomach… the anxious thoughts about the future?

Taking too many Chances

Taking too many Chances

It literally was like a scene from a movie
Before they opened the doors for people the stream in at the funeral home, two military members stood in front of a flag draped coffin. One was the Marine Corps Inspector/Instructor who ran the closest reserve center. I was the other one, a chaplain.

From the Rubble

From the Rubble

Someone recently asked me what my hopes were regarding the recent release of my book From Rubble to Redemption…A Ground Zero Chaplain Remembers. I was surprised at how quickly I responded. I told him that the book is about rubble, tragedy, and loss. It is also about how the Lord has promised that even in the midst of hopelessness and despair, He can reach us—even if…

The Power of One

The Power of One

I recently submitted my manuscript for the upcoming book From Rubble to Redemption-A Ground Zero Chaplain Remembers. It is a memoir, but so much mare than that. It is an invitation to an encounter with God in the midst of the rubble of our failures and traumas and brokenness. The book should be…

What’s That Sound?

What’s That Sound?

These next weeks I will be posting material from my upcoming book, Chirps From The PiIe. It is a memoir of sorts of my time as chaplain at Ground Zero in the weeks following 9/11. Hopefully it is much more than that.

My prayer is that the reader will feel…

Where has he been?

Where has he been?

The geese in the distance were honking their intention to get back up north. It’s 2021 and the ice storm in Oregon is over. Some of the more odious pandemic restrictions are being eased; just enough to hint at some sense of normalcy after a nightmarish year of lockdowns, wildfires, and non-stop riots in the streets. While driving on the Interstate, I started to notice a pattern. Every few minutes a crumpled up, letter-sized piece of paper hit my windshield. One sheet, then another.