Over the past couple weeks, I've been asking myself what Christmas really means to me. It's my favorite holiday for lots of good reasons, but what does that babe wrapped in swaddling clothes in a smelly manger really mean? Through the Word, new challenges, wise counsel, and the mighty prayers of righteous people, the Lord has given me freedom I had never known in my entire life. It started with one weekend at a campground in the fall of last year. That weekend ended up being the most spiritually demanding event of my life. God took the sum of all my hurts, fears, failures, and grief, and He gave it purpose. he also happened to turn my world upside down in the best way. My mind was beginning to learn how it felt to really know peace. I wish I could describe what it's like, after almost three decades, to have a still mind for the first time. To pray and worship and hear birds sing without racing, nev...
Adventures of a Cockeyed Optimist