“The leprous person who has the disease shall wear torn clothes and let the hair of his head hang loose, and he shall cover his upper lip and cry out ‘Unclean, unclean.’ He shall remain unclean as long as he has the disease. He is unclean. He shall live alone. His dwelling shall be outside […]

I re-visited one of my favorite places on the planet recently: the Udvar-Hazy Center in Chantilly, Virginia. An annex of the Smithsonian National Air and Space Museum, it’s packed to the gills with flight hardware, artifacts, and more. A plane nerd could spend days there but for someone like me, there’s only one reason to

Resurrection was easy when Jesus was the One doing it. But what do you do when the Life has been killed? It was easy for dead men to hear when Jesus was the One speaking. But what do you do when the Word has been silenced? It was easy to remove the cover from Lazarus’

The key to understanding Martha is to first understand her motivation. She was not, in my opinion, a workaholic who simply wanted to keep herself and those around her occupied with the trappings of busy-ness. She was a deeply committed follower of Jesus who, like any of His other disciples, lost sight for a moment

Selene to the Greeks, Luna to the Romans. Long have we gazed up at our celestial neighbor, our global glow-in-the-dark beacon, with moonstruck wonder. The “little light” (as the Hebrews called it) marked days and seasons, planting and harvest, floating in an empty void as it watched decades come and go. As the centuries progressed,

The resurrection would come later. First, death. The empty tomb would come later. First, crucifixion. The Eternal One became mortal, the Divine became dirt, for this purpose: to confront our necrotic nature and make life in its place.[1] The prophets called Him Wonderful[2]; flesh-bound as He was, there was no better name. Incarnate God —

I don’t believe there’s ever a “right” age for a son to lose his father, or even the right words to eulogize a man like my dad. But the first time I was ever asked to speak at a church, on this stage, in fact, my father was the one who broke the news to

The rest of the world came to know it as The Last Supper. The disciples called it dinner on Thursday night. Two thousand years ago, they had wrapped up a meal with their Rabbi and stepped out into the night for a walk down to a garden in the valley below Jerusalem. The city set

It’s official – I’m a published (co-)author! If you’re interested, you can read “Pedestrian and light transit accidents: An examination of street redesigns in Atlanta and their safety outcomes” now. If you’ve read the article, share your thoughts with me! I’d love to hear more views and opinions on the content we presented. But if

If you’ve read the other posts on this blog or known me for any length of time, you know that I like cubing. It’s not a secret that a little block of plastic, 2 inches to a side, has kept me occupied for well over a decade now. The last I checked, my solve time