The fog is heavy and blinding. The accusing voice is loud and convincing. The waves crash against my ramshackle frame. The wind tosses my beleaguered self to and fro. I'm driftwood, water logged yet still afloat. I need the Sun to burn away the fog. I long to hear the Good Shepherd's Voice. I listen for … Continue reading Driftwood
An oldie from the Daily Illumination archives. -JB Gather around little boys and girls. It's time for our annual reading of the Christmas story -- this time with a twist. I've seen many a nativity scenes and Christmas pageants over the years with wooden stables, sheep and goats, ox and ass, and Mary and Joseph … Continue reading The Red Dragon in the Nativity
Here's a question from a former student of mine. Great question for Halloween! Q: What do you believe about spiritual warfare and its affects on people, including believers? I know it is pretty open ended question and topic but I am not quite sure what type of answer I am looking for. Any input would … Continue reading Q&A: What do you believe about Spiritual Warfare?
The cute little ghosts and goblins, witches and vampires knocking on your darkened door with disappointment that you're not home are NOT the evil we should be placing in the crosshairs of our spiritual warfare offensives. Doesn't the Bible itself warn us that "Satan disguises himself as an angel of light"? So, why do some Christians get so bent out of shape over these cute children disguised as angels of darkness?
Suicide is an all too common thing these days -- especially among adolescents and younger adults. I thought I'd repost an older piece for a Christian perspective on such tragedies. Some of these words also give perspective on the evil of recent events. -JB The forces of darkness are always around us. Most of the time, if we're fortunate, the … Continue reading When Darkness Wins a Battle, We Still Win the War
The wind was steady and the snow was blinding. I could barely see my own outstretched hand as I shuffled through the deepening snow. My bare legs were now numb from the cold as I plowed through drifts nearly up to my waist. Jesus' footprints were barely visible and disappearing quickly. I had to keep … Continue reading Cabin 19: Footprints in the Snow