Salt doesn't accomplish much sitting in a saltshaker. And a light hidden under a basket doesn't help anyone find their way. Jesus didn't call us to withdraw from the world. He called us to live in it as salt and light—demonstrating His character, speaking His truth, and working to bring glory to our Father in heaven.

We may avoid making a decision, but we can't avoid the cost of not making one. Our choices about leadership can affect the vulnerable, the poor, the unborn, the elderly, our children, and generations yet to come. They can affect justice, education, human dignity, religious liberty, and our freedom to worship God and share the gospel. These aren't merely political issues. They are biblical issues that involve real people whose lives are affected by the decisions of those in

A few days ago, a young man walked up to our God Mobile booth at the North Georgia State Fair. Across the top of our booth, in letters you can’t miss, is a simple question: ARE YOU GOING TO HEAVEN? So I asked him. Without hesitation, he gave me a resounding answer: “No.” “Why not?” “Because I don’t believe in God.” “Well,” I said, “God believes in you.” He wasn't impressed, but it began one of the most fascinating conversations I’ve had in a long time. For about 45 minutes, w

Sometimes what looks like a tiny seed of connection is the acorn God grows into a mighty oak.

I went to the doctor in 2018 for something I can’t even remember. He told me, “Your issue was nothing—but we found something else.” Then came the words no one wants to hear: “We have to assume it is follicular lymphoma.” Incurable cancer. They ran more tests, but told us we would have to wait for confirmation. So, as Trace and I were faced with someone handing me a possible death sentence, we did what any full-gospel, tongue-talkin’, faith-walkin’, devil-stompin’ couple would

He has that same quick wit, incredible curiosity, and annoying ability to know more than I do about almost every subject—a kind of Renaissance man. He’s also encouraging and accepting—one of those friends you can talk to about almost anything. He’s like a son and a brother rolled into one.

"It's the pits." At least that's what it looked like. As I was driving to a prayer meeting, I had a vision of us digging a giant hole. We just kept digging. Shovelful after shovelful. The hole grew deeper and wider, but it didn't seem like we were accomplishing anything. We were just...digging. It felt mundane. Repetitive. Pointless. Like we were getting nowhere. Then I heard the Lord say, "You're not digging a pit. You're digging a basin for the outpouring of My glory." The

We were all sitting there captivated by the television series Roots when my late father-in-law casually said, "Alex Haley, the author, is a good friend of mine." I nearly fell out of my chair. But it made perfect sense. My father-in-law was also a historian and author. While Alex Haley preserved the story of families searching for their heritage, my father-in-law devoted years to preserving the story of the Buffalo Soldiers—African American post-Civil War soldiers whose cour

My jaw dropped. A struggling mother said to me, "My son will be healed from his life-altering disease as soon as God is finished using it." I knew she was trying to make sense of unimaginable suffering. But I couldn't help thinking: Holy Cow! That's not how our Heavenly Father treats His children. She’s not alone. I've heard it in Bible studies, small groups, casual conversations, and even heartfelt prayers. "God is in control." "God caused this for a reason." "Lord, if it’s

Seiquincentennial. Now that we're a few days past America’s 250th birthday, I’ve actually learned to say semiquincentennial. But the most remarkable thing about Ame is not the seven-syllable word. It’s the astounding spiritual and governmental heritage left by the men who pledged “our Lives, our Fortunes and our sacred Honor” to establish the United States of America. Today there is endless debate about Christianity’s role in America’s founding. But history speaks best thro

The Next Founding Fathers The Torch in Our Hands Last night I attended the birthday celebration of a friend. He is well known as an industry leader, a ministry founder, a pioneer, and an astonishingly generous supporter of countless Kingdom endeavors. He is also a devoted family man and tremendous father whose sons are now following in his footsteps, carrying forth his legacy, and helping lead what he built. I wasn’t planning on saying anything during the celebration because

Like Joseph, I had a dream and was convinced my trajectory was headed straight up toward it.

Are you a First Ostrich, a Second Ostrich, or a Third Ostrich? In a world filled with endless headlines, outrage, fear, and information overload, many believers either bury their heads in the sand or become consumed by the noise. But there is a better path: Third Ostrich Faith.

What most of us didn't realize was that Memorial Day was only three days away. But the Vietnam veterans in the room surely knew it.

“As the heavens are higher than the earth,
so are My ways higher than your ways
and My thoughts than your thoughts.” — Isaiah 55:8–9

I hardly noticed growing up. Our neighborhood was largely Polish and I was just one of the kids . My mom’s side of the family—who lived closest to us—were English and Dutch . My childhood felt normal. I never felt different from the other kids, and they didn’t seem to notice anything unusual about me either. Sometimes my mom would take me to the Episcopal church . On the way home, we’d stop at a delicatessen —lox and bagels, pickled herring, matzoh ball soup. I mostly just t

I stopped by Pike Nursery this week…a lot. It’s that time of year to “ play in the dirt again.” I picked up 16 Lucky TM Yellow Lantana —not just generic yellow lantana. When I got home, I realized we needed 20. So the next day, I went back for four more. Except… they didn’t have four more. But they did have white ones. At the nursery, they looked even better. Brighter. Cleaner. A nice contrast. But when we got them home… they looked horrible. So now we had 16 Lucky TM

Lately, stories of Korea have been weaving their way deeper into our lives. Our own Korean story started when we adopted our children from Korea decades ago, and with them came a lasting connection to the people, the culture, and lives shaped by separation. We’re now seeing how the Korean story reveals not only how deeply isolation damages people and cultures, but also the God-given fight for connection that rises from the human heart. I think that’s why Trace is drawn to

The donkey had never carried anyone before. But he was liking this. People were spreading palm branches under his feet like he was walking the red carpet. Crowds were shouting. Praises were rising. Heads were turning. This was no ordinary trip into town. Everybody seemed happy to see him. He started feeling pretty important. “Look at all this. Finally, I’m being recognized. The branches. The attention. The celebration. About time somebody noticed what I bring to the table.

There are many layers to the conflict unfolding before us — historical tensions, regional alliances, biblical fault lines stretching back thousands of years. What happens in the Middle East is never isolated. It echoes through history and throughout prophecy.