Fear

God, Don't You Care That I'm Dying?

God, Don't You Care That I'm Dying?

There are times when it seems our Father, who is in heaven, is a dead-beat dad. Sometimes it seems He’s even worse. He’s not just a father who skips town to leave us to fend for ourselves. No, He’s right there in our living room, sprawled in an easy chair, asleep, while we’re screaming our heads off, begging for mercy, but all in vain as Dad snores on. 

God Writes Straight With Crooked Lines

God Writes Straight With Crooked Lines

If I were granted three wishes, one of them would not be to know what the future holds. You can keep your crystal balls. I have enough trouble wrestling with today’s demons without knowing what crosses await me tomorrow. As the wise rabbi said, “Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof.” And some days are so sufficiently evil that tomorrow looms like the open jaws of hell.