I miss the old days. If I’m saying that, you know that the birthdays are piling up, right? But I do. I miss the old days.

What old days? The old days when you weren’t obligated to tell everyone how much you cared, how much you were doing for whomever is less fortunate than you, and all the ways you are helping out. The old days when talking about how generous and compassionate you were was considered bad taste. Those days when it wasn’t considered trendy and appealing to have a list of charities appended to everything you do, and when volunteering your time or donating your treasure was something you did without photographers in tow. (See Sean Penn for details.) [Continue reading]

Kyle Lake died in the waters of Baptism at the University Baptist Church in Waco this past Sunday. You’ve all read the story, and I’d like to, respectfully, say a few words about a fellow minister whom I did not know, but whose life, ministry and death represent all preachers, and all Christians.

One of the things that occurs to me is that every one of us who preach and teach are leaving behind a legacy that will interpret our own death. Kyle Lake’s thoughts on Romans 8:28 were recently published in Christianity Today. He knew the Good News of the soveriegnty of the God of Jesus Christ. He was, as we might say, “good to go.” [Continue reading]

Once upon a time there was a playwright. While this playwright was the best who ever lived, his passion was not for his plays, but for his son, the greatest actor of his time. The son loved to act, and to bring joy, truth and meaning to audiences of every age and all kind. His gifts were immense, and his talent untapped. This son had played many parts, but had never played a part that truly demonstrated his true talents and potential. Both the playwright and his son were convinced that, if the right play could ever be created, this young actor could change the world forever. [Continue reading]