A few years ago, my wife Ruth and I had the amazing opportunity to make some Anabaptist connections in Europe.
In my books, Myron Augsburger is perhaps one of the best preachers I have ever heard.
One of the devil’s finest pieces of work is getting people to spend three nights a week in Bible studies. (Subversive Spirituality, by Eugene Peterson, p. 207)
I am a small time carpenter of sorts. Some of the happiest and most relaxing moments in my life are spent in my little workshop at the end of the entrance hallway of our house.
It is no secret that we are conditioned by our culture to live according to sensibilities that lie close to the surface.
Recently Ruth and I hosted a Spanish pastor couple in our home for three days, whom I will call Pablo and Maria.
For the past few decades I have frequently heard the lament that the church needs renewal.
As I look around at people in my world I often get the sense that they are scurrying through life.
Paying attention to what is really going on around you is dangerous. That is particularly so if you dare to alert others to what you are seeing.
It seems that I spend more time in funeral parlors and at funeral services than I used to. It’s part of the aging process, they tell me.
