Man shall not live by Prozac alone

In March, Fathom Mag published an article I wrote about my own struggle to concede my need for an anti-depressant. A wise pastor and friend helped me to see that medication was not an alternative to provision from God. It was a provision from God. I've been taking Prozac for a couple years now and... Continue Reading →

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Every Morning

He struts, raises his decorated neck making himself a little taller, and trumpets his proud shout. And before he’s crowed not three times - just once- I’ve already denied What I once announced with pride. The dawn of my failing faith belongs to the birds. They raise a mocking chorus. Whistles and tweets, chirps and... Continue Reading →

My Psalm

How long? How many more days do I have to cry bitterly asking you how long? My heart is sick my hope is deferred my heart hopes for what I can't conjure. How long must I try to find a quiet place to get away from the constant strain of this yoke pulling me one... Continue Reading →

For a doubting son

Another dusk another day of errands and planning, dishes and laundry, texts from you to pick you up- tutoring was over. But class is still in session. The teacher is trying to answer your questions. You can’t see him, but you believe, you think. You doubt. You have questions. But it’s another dusk and the... Continue Reading →

Evidence of the Resurrection

On Easter Sunday an unbelieving loved one sat with me in church while the gospel was heralded and the very doubts and questions he has were exposed. This of course has created some interesting conversations in the last couple days. Questions about evidence. He wants evidence of the resurrection. I know there are smarter people... Continue Reading →

Is his promise enough?

One promise I look to in the Bible when I feel everything in my life is screaming, "There is no God!  You're all alone in this," is Romans 8:28-29. "And we know that for those who love God all things work together for good, for those who are called according to his purpose. For those... Continue Reading →

Numb

  “Help my unbelief!” Is what I pray most often. Because I don’t see you, I can’t feel you, and I seem to be the recipient of decreased sensation to your work. Chris was onto something, because I can’t smell the color nine either. There is this whiff, this glimpse I get like when a... Continue Reading →

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