Yeah… Isn’t it marvelous? In our culture today, we’re addicted to our significance. We’re hooked on being special. As good as this should feel, it is utter torture. As freeing as it should be, it’s actually imprisoning. But it’s all made up. All the pressure is actually off. All of that importance that you’ve mentally assigned yourself to live up to is unreal. So bask in your insignificance. And know that all the love in the universe is yours. Real joy is found here.

Faith is only for one thing… Your proper enjoyment of what already is always has been and always will be forevermore world without end. Your faith doesn’t change God’s mind about you one iota. God’s crazy bonkers in love with you. And God knows everything about you. (Even more than you know about yourself.) So, the only question is… Now what?

I’m convinced that heaven is truly the only real game in town. It’s happening all around us all of the time. Before our little pruney human hearts stop beating and after. Heaven is the eternal party we’ve all been included in since before the dawn of time. We can, however…

Putting this trinity of words back into place — Intimacy is weird… I hate to admit it, but I’m not a very intimate person. Not just with my wife but with everyone in my life. Now, I don’t speak of intimacy in purely romantic terms. …

The whole “Jesus is my savior,” or, “Jesus saves,” thing kinda gives me cringy shivers whenever I hear or read the phrase in our modern culture. The energy or feeling-tone that statement usually carries never hits me in an authentic way. It’s so often frantic and pushy. Egh… I guess…

Looking at any baby, you can see that from the first breath, they are whole and complete as humans. No one expects a thing from a newborn. Their value is innate. It’s a given. And then, life moves along. The newborn grows up. And in that time, the world around…

God seems hidden to us because we define presence in a physical way. And physical presence is limited. …