Can I Prove God Exists? Yes I Can.

I am starting to write for Provoketive, an online magazine, and this article will be published there tomorrow.  I’m really not supposed to post the same thing here therefore, I’ll leave an excerpt but direct you there…for your commenting pleasure. I’ve never really felt a need to prove that God exists.  Before today that is, when my tawny-headed, freckle-faced son looked up at me…

gratitude

Though I haven’t read her book One Thousand Gifts, I do read Ann Voskamp’s blog.   She so poignantly questions our incapacity to be amazed and grateful. “Why do I spend so much time struggling to see it?  Do I need to see the world, visit the exquisite, before I face eternity? Or isn’t it here?…

I Dare you.

Why not love if you have the option between that and hate?  Why does hate come so easily?  Why judge? Or condemn?  Why is it that Christians so often are known for how they judge others? Jesus said blessed are the peacemakers. But we don’t bring peace.  We rejoice in someone’s suffering.  Bin Laden is…

We Are The One Percent

I’ve never really cared to prove that God exists — before today.  My son looked at me with his huge blue eyes the color of warm ocean and cried: “If God is real, why doesn’t he stop all the bad stuff?  Why Mom?  Why?” I felt as if I’d been slapped hard across the face…

Miscellany that Bewilder Me

Midnight. Last night, my ten year old son said he wanted to stay up until midnight — insisting that he had to do it. — But why? I asked slightly bewildered. “If I do, I will have not cracked my knuckles for a whole day!” he told me in all seriousness.  He has a nervous…

re|think everything

(re|think) noun Pronunciation:/ˈriːθɪŋk/ [in singular] a reassessment, especially one that results in changes being made. I am thinking about many things including the future of this blog.  I was particularly challenged by a conversation this weekend.  My sister questioned why I “live so much in the past?”  She was wishing for me that I would…