Our lives have a countdown clock that we can't see. Mine reminds me to only do work that matters.

At the end of the day, when I am lying in bed and I know the chances of any of our theology being exactly right are a million to one, I need to know that God has things figured out, that if my math is wrong we are still going to be okay. And wonder is that feeling we get when we let go of our silly answers, our mapped out rules that we want God to follow. I don't think there is any better worship than wonder.

Without the Christian explanation of original sin, the seemingly silly story of Adam and Eve and the tree of the knowledge of good and evil, there was no explanation of conflict. At all.

Other people keep our souls alive, just like food and water does with our body.

It confuses me that Christian living is not simpler. The gospel, the very good news, is simple.

I know, from the three visits I made to him, the blended composite of love and fear that exists only in a boy's notion of his father.

The people I used to be surrounded by are getting along without me. Somehow, that really bugs me.