I am among many, many thousands who love Catherine Marshall’s story of the life of Peter Marshall; A Man Called Peter. In case there are some of you who are not yet among them I would like to tell you some of the reasons I love this book.
Romance First, everyone loves a romance and A Man Called Peter is a beautifully-written romance story between Peter and Catherine Marshall, a Scottish immigrant and a pastor’s daughter from the mountains of Tennessee. It’s not the kind …

I am drinking coffee among the pleasant locals at the Dairy Queen in Campton in the Mountains, Kentucky. It’s real name is Campton, but I like to call it Campton in the Mountains.
I am preparing my heart to spend the week in Sacramento with the ATI families of the West. I will be speaking on Thursday on the Powerful Prayer of Moses. Good things always happen when you pray the prayer of Moses. I think good will come from it.
For the rest …

Some Amish friends found the house for us. They made hay on the place.
We needed somewhere to stay for a few weeks.
It was an ugly house in a beautiful place, though it had once been pleasant.
The countryside that surrounded it was as beautiful and the house was Spartan.
A silver band of river wound through the valley far below.
Above the house there was a dark green wood of hardwood and pine.
Valleys plunged away in front of the house and behind.
Beside it a road ran along the ridge.
It was a pretty …

If I have to explain this post, you would never understand. This is the first of our many grandchildren. Can you see the leadership in his eyes. He is destined to lead many others to honor the One who is Worthy! You wait and see!

Mark Batterson shared his life manifesto on his blog recently:

Quit living as if the purpose of life is to arrive safely at death. Set God-sized goals. Pursue God-ordained passions. Go after a dream that is destined to fail without divine intervention. Keep asking questions. Keep making mistakes. Keep seeking God. Stop pointing out problems and become part of the solution. Stop repeating the past and start creating the future. Stop playing it safe and start taking risks. Expand your horizons. Accumulate experiences. Enjoy the journey. Find every excuse you can …

Do you ever get the feeling that the enemy is using you for target practice?
Other than my parents who were dutiful, good, Christian folk, people didn’t want to spend time with me while I was growing up. I didn’t have many friends, and the people who paid attention to me did it in such a way that it made me wish they had ignored me. They beat me, mocked me, called me painful names, and said things to intentionally hurt me, things that I would rehearse in my …

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Playing baseball with your sons on an early spring evening is one of the great underrated pleasures of life. One such evening I was standing on the margin of the field watching my sons warm up for a game and making friendly conversation with one of the other dads. I asked him the usual polite questions about his work and his family.
He told me he had two sons.
“Are they out there,” I said, nodding toward the field. “O, no. They are grown. …

We were in Nashville last week for our homeschool conference. Every year the conference is like a family revival for us. It is a holy time. Families converge from all around the country for a week of inspiration and encouragement. The week is filled with anointed preaching, rich fellowship, spirited singing, genuine testimonies, and prayer. When the conference is over we are deeply stirred to live for God as a family and to resist the downward pull of the world around us. Jesus is …