When I was younger, I lived life to the extreme and for the extremes. I had no overarching purpose, so I assumed one from the abundant possibilities of my anxious lifestyle. I quickly moved from one place to another, one girl to another, one job to another. I was on the fast track to the…
But the dark side of therapy I’m referring to goes beyond sexual impropriety to include the more elusive ethos of breaking the boundary of personal values.
IMAGINATIVE apologetics promotes and pursues what classical apologetics lacks: meaning through metaphor. This lack is not the focus of the book but rather the catalyst, which is to complement the rational and evidential with the imaginative.
Together, ethos, pathos, logos speak holistically and harmoniously to the human condition of transformation inspired by the nature of an ethical, passionate, rational God. Christ spoke with authority and credibility,[1] placing his ethos under a pedagogical umbrella. It astonished and moved his disciples. His enemies, on the other hand, exhibited an allergic reaction to his…
Hello Friends and Family, My mind is constantly swirling with creative ideas. I’ve never been so inspired to write and yet I’ve never been so discouraged and broken. Momentarily, personal matters have culminated into a powder keg. Pray. Breathe. Exercise. Pray. Write. Work. Pray. Have been my constant companions who’ve gotten me through these waves…
It’s time to start giving back. After years of researching, writing, reading, and studying in the fields of psychology, theology, philosophy, ethics, and spiritual formation, I have decided to become a spiritual life coach for men. My personal conviction is that coaching is modeling. And modeling is coaching. My heart is to see Christian men…
When Josh Brolin gave Thanos a humanity, it sent shock waves not only into the Marvel Cinematic Universe but also into ours. That is, when personified evil is torn over killing half the world’s population but sees it as a necessity, his character becomes believable, which is terrifying to watch. After accomplishing what he thinks…
Kernels of gold sowed in sweat. Embodied husks designed to protect. Multicolored grain, a heavenly harvest. The plague in the Garden— one locust started— the Reaper ransoms to forget. A rotted ear only hears the screams of its own dissection, an eternity of introspection. Rows of corn restless with guilt. The cup of wrath…
Christmas for Ginny has always been the most important day of the year. It’s a magical day when anything is possible, like the unprecedented miracle of God taking on human form; it’s when a supernatural star led the Magi to the infant God-man, lying helplessly in a symbolic feeding trough; and it’s when men met God face-to-Face in a humble manger to worship him and feed from him. Ginny loves Christmas for both its majestic beauty and historical truth. She understands, however, that this sacred day has been tainted with folklore and commercialism, but experience and wisdom enable her to see these gilded traditions as a way to bridge the gap between the sacred and the profane. For Ginny, a gift for someone special on Christmas is a reminder of the greatest Gift ever given. So naturally Ginny wants to give Brad something special for Christmas. But she, too, finds herself without two pennies to rub together. Then, suddenly, an idea flashes across her mind that makes her eyes water, feeling the internal warmth that comes with giving wholeheartedly.
Ten years ago, my parents, Robert and Sheila, were killed in a car accident on Christmas Day. A head on collision with a drunk driver took them away from me. It turned out that both front airbags were defective. They were coming back from looking at Christmas lights. My seven-year-old daughter was in the back seat. She was not wearing her seatbelt. She was thrown from the wreckage. She died instantly.