The Great Outdoors. God’s Country. The Wilderness.
Call it whatever you like, I have always enjoyed being outside…just not at night.
Growing up as a Boy Scout in California, camping was a common activity across the year. I loved swimming the inlets, tracking wildlife and whittling. Seriously, what boy doesn’t enjoy chopping big pieces of wood into smaller pieces of wood?
Last week, I dropped our son, Charlie, at his driver’s ed course and was heading to my doctor’s appointment when I realized I had about an hour to kill. The down time threw me for a loop, living in the fast-paced world of a big family and lots-to- do. I found myself almost pan- icked at the thought of an hour — a whole hour! — before my next place to be.
En su camino a Jerusalén para celebrar la Pascua por última vez antes de su muerte, Jesús se detuvo en el pequeño pueblo de Betania a unos tres kilómetros al este de Jerusalén para visitar a su buen amigo Lázaro y sus hermanas Marta y María.
On his way to Jerusalem to celebrate the Passover for one last time before his death, Jesus stopped at the small town of Bethany two miles east of Jerusalem to visit his good friend Lazarus and his sisters Martha and Mary.
The only thing visible from the main road was the sign marking the Korean grocery store that inhabited the bulk of the shopping center. It wasn’t until we made it midway through the parking lot that somebody in the van noticed the tiny sign to the left of the store for the kid’s indoor playground that was to play host to our niece’s third birthday party.
My morning workout at the gym involves time on the treadmill and thus, access to about 10 television screens within my view. My own machine has a small screen, and then there are the machines next to me and in front of me.
What I’m getting out of this time, besides a nice cardiovascular boost, is the distinct feeling that the world is falling apart. War, crime, people making terrible life choices — you name it and it’s on the TV.
Only seconds after Magan had picked up the phone long enough to give an irritated, “Hey J,” she made an audible twist away from the microphone and gave a muffled, “So is anybody ready to fess up?” in the direction of the front yard.
I’m sitting outside the door of a random classroom in a fine arts building on a college university campus. Inside, my boy Elliott is writing a persuasive essay. He’s one young man in a roomful of high school students who are competing in the state-level competition for our private school literary association.
La parábola del hijo pródigo debe ser la más conocida de la Biblia, quizás sólo le ganaría la del buen samaritano. Esta es una historia simple pero con un mensaje siempre aplicable que ha cautivado a innumerables cristianos y no cristianos por igual. ¿Qué hace esta historia tan potente y atractiva?
Generaciones de hombres y mujeres han encontrado esperanza y aliento en la experiencia de la conversión del joven que insultó a su padre pidiendo su herencia, mal usó sus dones y talentos, y luego regresó a casa de su padre con intenciones no perfectas.
The Parable of the Prodigal Son may be the best known in the Bible, perhaps only rivaled by the Parable of the Good Samaritan. It is a simple yet timeless story that has captivated countless Christians and non-Christians alike. What makes this story so powerful and attractive?
Generations of men and women have found hope and encouragement in the conversion experience of the young man who insulted his father by asking for his inheritance, misused his gifts and talents and then returned to his father’s house with intentions that were far from perfect.