The Grass Is Green Enough

Most days, there is very little on Facebook that peaks my interest. In fact, I only glance at it about once a week, if that. But this morning, someone posted something that really got me thinking. Here is what it said: Ask Christians what they believe about God, and most will have a good deal to say. However, ask the same people what they know about God from direct experience, and most will have much less to say. Many speak of knowing their sins have been forgiven. Some will speak of answers to prayer or a sense of God's presence. But many will fall strangely silent. Many - even evangelicals who talk the most about a personal relationship with God - will not have much to say about how they actually experience God in that relationship. A.W.Tozer notes that most of us who call ourselves Christians do so on the basis of belief more than experience. We have, he argues, "substituted theological ideas for an arresting encounter; we are full of religious notions but our great w

Parenting. For me, the word brings up countless images. The smell of a baby's fresh-washed hair after getting out of the bathtub. The feel of soft new born skin. Cuddles, giggles, drool. Sleep deprivation. Diapers. Mountains and mountains of diapers. Toothless grins. Chubby legs taking first steps. Story time - Goodnight Moon a hundred times. Sibling rivalry. Carpool. Homework. Dance recitals, soccer games, Girl Scout cookies, and proms. Surly teens, the eyeball roll, snarky attitudes. It's a mixed bag. I read a book once titled Parenting Isn't For Cowards. That's putting it mildly!  I've heard grandparenting is way better! I'm totally looking forward to it. In just three weeks, we embark on that new and uncharted territory. I'm sure it will be everything everyone says - and more.   When the opportunity came up recently to take a parenting class at church called Love and Logic, I jumped at it. I've heard that it's great information, applicable f