Sometimes the phrase “as natural as breathing” doesn’t always make sense. Maybe that’s because breathing isn’t always natural. Sometimes, it’s supernatural.

One of the fun things toddlers and children do is try to convince you that they aren’t lying — you’re just misunderstanding reality. It reminds me a little of Jesus.

We face a unique situation, 2,000 years after the Resurrection, because our mission field is full of people who have heard about Christ. But they haven’t seen him.

A friend of mine with family members belonging to different religions once told me there were as many different routes to Heaven as there were the grocery store.

The devil is a romantic scammer. A third-party retailer hawking knock-off joy and fulfillment. A wolf in sheep’s clothing. A false prophet.

The biggest mistake we can make as Christians is to think that the Resurrection is the end of the story. Of course we know, logically, that it isn’t.

When I am there, holding God within me, what are the words that I speak? It’s overwhelming to think about. What could possibly be right to say?

I meet many who identify as spiritual but not religious. Those more comfortable splashing in a shallow end of belief than wading into depths of doctrine.