The Inside Looking Out

"And she brought forth her firstborn son,

 laid him in a manger,

 because there was no room for them in the inn."

There was no room for them.

No room for Jesus.

Or Joseph.

Or Mary.

Maybe there is no room for you.

In your workplace.

Or in the social circle.

Maybe even at home.

You are on the outside looking in.

Jesus not only knows where you are at.

He is with you.

So maybe you're not on the outside looking in....

Rather you are on the inside looking out.

The exact place where you are supposed to be.


I can fool you a bit for an hour on Sunday.

Or a Facebook post today.

Yet I know who I truly am.

And even then,  I don't fully know myself.

So here is the question(s) of the day:

Why are my daughters so beautiful and kind?

Why does my wife take such good care of her family?

Why am I able to preach the Word of God?

One word.


It's not just me, though.

Listen to the words of the Apostle Paul:

"I am the least of the apostles, unworthy to be called an apostle,

because I persecuted the church of God.  But by the grace of God

I am what I am and his grace toward me was not in vain."

New Book Is Ready!

It's a short book.

One on my experience of seeing Heaven.

And my trip through "Hell on Earth" to get there.

It's all of Five Dollars. The number of Grace!

I pray that it might bring a bit of Heaven to your mind and heart.

I pray my mom and my sister in Heaven are honored.

And Jesus Christ is glorified!

Check it out by clicking on "Store" right above this.

I Have Decided

When I was young,  I was a Biblical expert.

In my 20's, I had a perfect Theological answer for every question.

Going to Bible College, I loved correcting my Bible teachers after class.

Since then, life has humbled me.

Things don't fit in the nice theological boxes like they once did.

However, one thing I know for certain.

It's what the Apostle Paul wrote in 1 Corinthians 2:2.

"For I have decided to know nothing among you except Jesus Christ and Him crucified."

Well, if that is what Paul decided then I believe I should as well.

I am making the same decision as Paul.

I will know nothing but Jesus and His Cross.

My father made that decision many years ago, himself.

And now I choose to follow his lead.

This too...

I heard my dad teach on Mars Hill a few weeks ago.

I bought my daughter some shoes in Greece a few days after that .

I preached the Gospel in Corinth.

And I ate a Shawarma in Jerusalem.

And to think...

Exactly one year ago from those moments...

I was on my "death bed" in the hospital.

Life is short.

So are our trials and tribulations.

Hang in there.

This, too, shall pass.

New Book

Hey, dear brothers and sisters!

I just finished a short book on my year of being in the hospital.

Better yet,  of my vision of Heaven.

I should title the book, "Spilling My Guts."

But I won't.

Anyway, in a month or so I am going to have it available.

It might make a perfect stocking stuffer!

Save it for Sunday, Dad

Sometimes I use my daughters as a test crew.

I preach certain points at the dinner table.

I look to observe their reactions.

When I start to go too far out into theology, they give me a heads up.

"Save it for Sunday, Dad."

That's when I know it's time to stop preaching and start eating.

All I know is this.

Our Father did indeed "save it for Sunday."

He raised His Son from the grave.

On Sunday.

My Savior has "saved me on Sunday."

His Resurrection has become my salvation.

The Holy Spirit, every week, "saves us on Sunday."

As we gather in the House of the Lord.

We are saved by Grace.


Amazing Grace.

How Sweet the Sound.

That Saved a Wretch Like Me.

I hope we sing that song this weekend.

I think we outta save that one for Sunday!