Here are some things on my mind this Friday morning:
-I’ve been fathering alone for the last 2 weeks. Emily has been in Costa Rica and returns tomorrow evening. I can’t wait until she gets home. Our family, like yours I’m sure, is a unit. It isn’t as rich when any of us are gone…moms especially.
-What’s the best book on spiritual growth you’ve read that was written in the last 20 years by someone not named Foster or Willard?
-What’s the best book on preaching you’ve read in the last 20 years not written by someone named Long, Stott, Craddock or Buttrick?
-Both spirituality and preaching need some fresh, deep voices. The best books written “recently” are at least 15 years old now.
This morning I made the daily trip to Reidy Creek Elementary school with my first-grader, Anna, in-tow. The drive is only about a half-mile, but is full of traffic. We have some of our best talks during this time. Anna, like many first-graders, has a deeply inquisitive mind.
Her leadoff question this morning was a doozy. Daddy, what’s 9/11? How do you explain something like that to a kid? I was unprepared. The dialogue went something like this:
Here are some things I’m thinking about this Friday morning: The Father lets the Prodigal Son leave the house and doesn’t go after him? What is there to learn in that? If someone had never been to Malibu and I had one meal to give them a taste for Southern California, I’d pick Duke’s. This […]