I’ve always enjoyed the country. I grew up in a fairly small town in South Carolina that had three stoplights within the city limits. It was nothing of a big city. My grandparents owned 100 acres of farmland in middle Tennessee with a few cattle. We used to visit there every summer. I loved riding the tractor, walking up and down the hills. Open spaces give my mind room to think and my soul room …

While home on my break from the Middle East, I took a short trip to Pine Mountain to visit my friends at IMPACT 360. I love returning there. I go whenever I get the chance. This time, God spoke to me, as He usually does. Here are some reflections from my time there.

I have always loved the story of Jesus and Peter walking on the water. When I was a boy, my church used to …

Having just arrived home for, among other things my sister’s wedding and Christmas, I have left the Middle East with new thoughts this year on the meaning and significance of Christmas.

On the words marked for December 13th, Oswald Chambers had great words for me to hear. I love reading Chambers because he helps me understand God’s word. And He knows better than anyone that I need help understanding it. In his brief discussion of intercessory …

As I sit at the end of the day, I read the latest headlines of the news. Students are left without education, having to work instead of study; riots spread throughout the world in protest against financial services markets; people are arrested as they occupy Wall Street; the Middle East fights to what seems no end.

Something is happening in our world. Not just our home town. Not just in our country, but in the whole …

I make an effort each day to read God’s word, as well as to read someone else’s words who know more about God’s word than I. Usually, that means I’m reading Oswald Chambers. This week, he gave me an encouraging word about life in the valley. His focus is on Mark chapter 9, the event is called the Transfiguration. Jesus goes up on a mountain with Peter and John, and they see him become a …

I remember exactly where I was on September 11, 2001. I was at school. That morning we had a special breakfast for parents and teachers. I remember sitting at the table with my dad. A friend of his walked up to him and said, “They just flew a plane into the World Trade Center”. That had come from Buck Rogers, a long time friend of my dad’s and my brother’s soccer coach. It was 2001, …