Purple-Stained Fingers: Communion with My Mother in My Father’s Gymnasium Church
Communion is more than a ritual — it is a table where broken people discover they belong. In a humble school gym, stained fingers, plastic chairs and quiet faith become reminders that Christ still meets his people in ordinary places. His body is never exhausted, his grace never diminished, and even our deepest weakness becomes a place where his presence gently restores us.
The Friendlier Enemy: What Persecution Couldn’t Take, Comfort Can
The greatest threat to your faith may not be hostility but comfort. Long after persecution fades, the quiet pull of approval, success and worldly admiration can still steal your heart. Discover why following Jesus has always meant swimming against the current — and how true freedom begins when the world's applause no longer defines your worth.
The Sweet, Poisonous Berry: How Idolatry Works and Dies
We all worship something. But can what holds our hearts hold us? Idols disguise themselves as good but quietly demand what only God deserves.
Look and Live: The Only Cure for the Poison Within
Some wounds cannot be healed by trying harder. The poison runs too deep, and only God can provide the cure. In the wilderness, a strange command revealed an eternal truth: those who simply looked in faith were given life. Discover how an ancient bronze serpent points beyond itself to the cross — and why the same invitation still stands today: look and live.
Last Link: Your Family’s Pain Can Stop With You
Jim Burns learned the hard truth early: if you don’t heal, you will repeat. How one honest person can change a family’s direction.
Friendly but Not Deep Enough
Many churches are getting friendlier, but friendliness is not the same thing as deep connection. We know each other’s names, exchange prayer requests and sit beside one another on Sundays, yet still carry private loneliness home in silence. Real discipleship requires more than warm greetings and occasional small talk. It asks for honesty, accountability, shared burdens and the courage to be known. The church doesn’t just need better hospitality; it needs relationships strong enough to help people become whole.
Half of Us Are Lonely and Church Isn’t Helping
We are more connected than ever and yet strangely unknown. Many churches offer smiles, handshakes and crowded lobbies, but still leave people carrying private ache into empty homes. Jesus envisioned something deeper than polite acquaintance — a people who bear burdens, share meals, tell the truth and stay when life gets hard. The loneliness epidemic may be one of the clearest opportunities the church has to recover what it was always meant to be: a family where no one disappears unnoticed.
A Pot Without Handles
Suffering has a way of exposing the places we most want to hide — our weakness, dependence, fear, shame. We begin to believe we are burdens instead of beloved. But God does not look at us with disgust or disappointment. He sees us clearly and stays near anyway. Even the parts of ourselves we struggle to accept are not beyond his tenderness, his patience, or his ability to shape into something beautiful.
Treasures Hidden in the Dark
Some of God’s deepest work happens where we would never willingly go — inside loss, limitation, interruption, darkness. Yet again and again, suffering becomes a strange kind of workshop where he reshapes us with patience and precision. The treasure is rarely what we expected. Often, it is a steadier faith, a quieter strength, or a deeper dependence on him that could not have been formed any other way.
Questions in the Cemetery
Grief has a way of turning our questions into accusations. Who are you, God? What are you doing? But somewhere in the ache, the posture can shift — not from certainty, but from defiance to curiosity. The cross doesn’t explain everything, but it answers something deeper. God does not stand at a distance from our pain. He steps into it, holds it, and somehow, holds us too.
God Heard Me
Sometimes faith begins not with certainty, but with a whisper from the floor: Are you there? And sometimes the answer doesn’t come as a voice, but as provision — quiet, timely, undeniable. Not flashy, just personal. Enough to make you pause. Enough to make you wonder. Maybe he really does hear. And maybe, in ways we don’t expect, he’s already moving toward us.
A Dust Cloud, a Dark Bay, and a Prayer
Sometimes God answers prayers in ways that feel both overwhelming and unfinished. A door opens, a reunion happens, a glimpse of healing arrives — and still, questions linger. How long will this last? What happens next? But maybe the gift isn’t in how long it stays. Maybe it’s in knowing he sees, he hears and he is still gently writing your story — even in the dust clouds and fragile reunions.
You Were Never Meant to Figure This Out Alone
You don’t have to imagine what it would be like to walk beside Jesus — he hasn’t left you alone. The same wisdom, comfort and steady presence the disciples knew is given to you now through the Spirit. Not distant, not silent, but near. When life feels confusing or heavy, you are not left to figure it out. The Counselor is already beside you, ready to lead you home.
How is Forgiveness Even Possible?
Forgiveness doesn’t begin when the pain fades; it begins when we choose, however trembling, to place our hurt in God’s hands.
The Golden Thread: Church Unity Through the Eyes of a Birder
A flock of birds moves as one — not because one leads, but because each is held by something unseen. The church is like that. Beneath the ordinary faces on a Sunday morning runs a quiet, binding unity in Christ. A golden thread connects us — across rooms, cities and centuries — into something far more beautiful than we can see at a glance.
The Measure Of Our Walk With God Isn’t In Results, But Faithfulness
After thousands of sermons and columns, I can count the ones I truly like on my fingers. Most weeks feel like falling short. Yet the calling never left. Over time I’ve realized something simple: God doesn’t measure our lives by applause or outcomes. He asks for faithfulness. We plant the flowers, even if they’re trampled. The results were never ours to control anyway.
The Beauty — and Power — of Restorying Your Story
Some stories feel beyond redemption. Trauma doesn’t tie itself up neatly, and healing rarely moves in straight lines. But over time, God begins to weave threads we couldn’t see at first — using even the gifts shaped in pain as instruments of restoration. He doesn’t erase our story; he reframes it. And as he heals us in ways fitted to our souls, we become people who help others find hope in theirs.
The Art of an Apology
In a busy home, apologies come often — and not all of them land well. A rushed or defensive “sorry” can leave real harm untouched. A true apology takes courage: naming what we did, honoring the other person’s pain, committing to change and asking for forgiveness. When we do that kind of work, humility opens the door to healing — and relationships begin to breathe again.
If It’s Broke, Keep Breaking It
Addiction didn’t arrive as a choice — it arrived as a lie about what could make me whole. Crystal meth promised relief, creativity, life. Instead, it hollowed everything out. I built a world around pain and called it survival. Looking back, I see a pattern familiar to all of us: broken people making broken choices, trying to fill a void that only grows. Darkness multiplies when we keep breaking what’s already broken.
The Grace of Cold Water: Finding Comfort in Discomfort
Cold water has a strange kind of grace: it teaches us to meet discomfort without panic, to breathe instead of brace. Small, chosen stress can form resilience — body and soul — preparing us for heavier suffering we don’t get to schedule. In the chill, we practice surrender, learning that God is present not only in warmth and ease, but in the hard moments that deepen endurance and quietly grow fruit.