addictionI came across this in a doctor’s office a couple of weeks ago. Sobering, literally. Had to share…

If this letter speaks to you, please get help. Cry out to Jesus. Plead to be filled with the Holy Spirit. Call a friend or family member to surrender yourself to get help. Call a pastor. Call a counselor. Join a group. Fight for your life. May today be the first day of your freedom.
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Sabbatical Reflections

June 26, 2016 — 27 Comments

JJFireIt’s good to be back. I’ve been on a Sabbatical of rest and reflection for the last seven weeks. What a tremendous gift from Grace’s elder team and the Grace family. I can’t believe the seven weeks are already over. But I’m ready to jump back into the joyful grind of preaching, leadership, and ministry.

In the coming days and weeks I know I’ll be getting questions about my sabbatical. So I thought I’d answer a few here. Continue Reading…


Getting the last laugh

March 28, 2016 — 2 Comments

 images (1)“A laugh freed forever and ever” wrote poet Patrick Kavnagh in his description of Jesus’ resurrection. If true, then today is Easter Monday. Tomorrow is Easter Tuesday. This summer is Easter summer.  Jesus’ resurrection is not a holiday hope but an everyday hope for the believer. Jesus dances on his own grave, forever. You’ll dance with him, forever. Jesus’ resurrection will give you the daily strength and courage needed to face head-on the painful sorrows of life, and bear the deepest scars of life.   In fact, His resurrection simply means you will get the last laugh…forever.

skeptics-dont-want-answersLast night Christie and I had the pleasure of seeing Fellowship of Performing Arts’ C.S. Lewis Onstage (“The Most Reluctant Convert”) performed by Max Maclean in New York City. My assistant and dear family friend, Denise, gifted tickets to me and Christie for Christmas. She knows how to speak my love language!

Prior to the play we enjoyed dinner at a restaurant where the seating is uncomfortably close. Vintage New York City, I’d say. We were so close to tables beside us I could have reached out my arms and embraced the couples sitting next to me. I considered it.

Upon the arrival of our food I took Christie’s hand and we gave thanks to God. Later, Christie and I couldn’t help but overhear bits and pieces of the conversation at the table to my left. I wondered if our praying invoked their conversation. Continue Reading…