"Blessed are the merciful, for they will be shown mercy." (Matthew 5:7) I remember Lately, that's how things have been. Remembering what? Life. You know: the good, the bad, the acclaim and the moments that make you blush as you hope that you're the only one that remembers. As I tie together half images and mere residues of what I think really happened, drop by drop, little details trickle down into my present mind's eye: cold mornings on the playground, playing football on concrete, stomping around in Arizona's high desert, scraping myself on the stone streets of Bolivia, the dust of Mexico getting in my eyes and nose, and the sunset being shoved down by the [...]

I’m starting to realize that the more I’m involved in this process of spiritual purification, the more unholy I am in my humanity. This process of the Christian life isn’t a ritualistic dogma, or a “going through the motions.” This process is a progression that remains more than just a physical offering of appearing spiritual, when in reality I’m just like every other person out there breathing in my humanity and breathing out fragile breathes that twist and turn on the wind made by the insane speed that, like everyone else, I rush through this life. This breathing and twisting, turning and rushing is what I do, because whether I like it or not a breath [...]

Sam Storm once wrote, “Worship is a feast where God is the host, the cook, the waiter and the meal itself.”Let’s face it. There are many feasts out there and for the most part those feasts only fill a certain facet of the hunger of a soul that cries out for something to ease the ache of a craving, yet it never fully satisfies. When we come to the table of Christian Spirituality (in essence Messianic Judaism) we come to a feast where the Creator God invites us saying, “Come to me all who labor and are heavy laden…” As the cook of the meal Christ calls to us, “take my yoke upon you.” As the [...]

Inch by inch. Minute by minute. Day by day. It's odd how things echo for lifetimes that are set into motion by little moments throughout one's life. Though those moments don't last they are sometimes immortalized, immortalized for a lifetime if not for a history of a town, country, generation, or a running stretch of humanity. But the reverberations of a moment in our lives have a tendency to trickle down the brain to our hearts, gathering there the collection of joys, sorrows, and phenomenal ordinarity. Moments aren’t all fleeting though. We have the opportunity for moment to kiss eternity, echoing not a fleeting pebble in a pond, making dinky little rings pushing merely a few [...]