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What if the meaning of life is actually not that complicated? What if we’re here, walking around on this spinning planet, not to figure everything out , but simply to contribute a little love along the way? To become people who can give love and  receive it (yes, that part too), with some humility, using whatever odd and wonderful mix of gifts we’ve been handed, and letting that love quietly ripple outward. I’m not talking about epic, movie-trailer love. No dramatic music re

Some nights in December feel heavier than the rest of the year ... as if the silence itself has weight. As if the world’s bright lights only reveal what has gone missing. There are chairs that sit empty. Names we whisper only to God. Hopes we once held that slipped quietly through our fingers. And in those moments, when the ache swells like a cold tide in the chest, you might wonder why Christmas comes at all. But this is the exact place ... this trembling, hollow place ...

The Stunning Surprise at the Heart of Christmas If we had been asked to imagine how God would enter human history, we would have written a very different script. We would have expected: A warrior who conquers. A ruler who commands. A voice that splits the sky and comes with superb lighting. Power that overwhelms, convinces, and silences all doubt. Something unmistakably God-ish . But Christmas offers… none of that. Instead we get: A baby. A feeding trough. A teenage mother do

Strength works - until it doesn’t. For a while, strength feels like the answer. Muscle, willpower, intelligence, competence, grit. The kind of strength that gets things done, keeps things moving, earns respect. The kind that says, I’ve got this. And often … we do. Until we don’t. That moment - when strength runs out - isn’t a failure of character. It’s a revelation of truth. Because human strength was never meant to carry the full weight of life. Think of Samson . Samson’s st

Soliloquy #44 Mid-Life Crisis   I ache for my childhood - back where joy lives.   For life has slammed me up against the wall, clutched my throat with such force I can barely gasp for mercy. I thrash about hopelessly.   I pray I have learned something.   But too many pieces to the puzzle are missing, I can't even find one corner piece. Useless tears blur the colors and make the tired attempt at wholeness fuzzy and meaningless.   Check, I must be lost before I'm found.   I sup

Lately you realize how much you have drifted. Perhaps in rebellion. Or maybe not in any grand defiance, but simply in the small, tired ways a heart wanders ... when life overcomes faith with its perplexity, its disappointments, its unending demands. You look up one day and notice the distance, how far you are from your early joy, any deep sense of well-being and the One who guided you in the past. At first shame arises. A crude questioning of self. The sting of finding your