Until now I never appreciated the beautiful message of this week’s Old Testament passage. God’s promises to Israel—to not be drowned by water or burned by fire—make this text almost as comforting to its readers as the 23rd psalm.
As I grow older, I'm increasingly scared of heights. But there I was with my four-year-old in front of a three-story water slide.
I am not squeamish about most animals or insects. But snakes are a different story.
Two Sundays ago, my congregation watched as pillars of smoke and flame spoiled the view of Pike’s Peak from our sanctuary windows. After that, our city—Colorado Springs—experienced mass evacuations that had people gathering a few possessions and heading into smoke-choked streets to hotels, shelters and other people’s homes. In the chaotic days that followed, I sat down to prepare a sermon. I didn’t know where it would be delivered.
Anxiety has a way of turning otherwise faithful Christians into foxhole atheists. I'm too busy worrying to pray.