Recently, I watched a video clip where a son (my guess is that he was in his late teens) expressed to his mother that he didn’t believe in God. She reacted in anger and went on to tell him that he wouldn’t be getting anything for Christmas since he didn’t believe in the Christ of Christmas. Partly, that video inspired me to write this piece. What’s the best way to handle when youth, particularly, in same households with adult Christians, don’t believe in God? It can be tough calls, indeed. Some parents/guardians practice tough love in such circumstances. Youth are forced to attend church and to participate in Christian practices. In some instances, resentment resides in the youth. On the flip side, some parents/guardians don’t coerce youth to engage in what doesn’t spiritually appeal to them. They allow the youth to “freely” express themselves. What, though, is the best way? In my opinion, there are no hard and fast rules as to what’s best. Each family handles the predicaments inContinue reading »

What is it? What does it look like? Can you see it? Your life…where you want it to be. It’s right there. You can almost touch it. Yet, sadly, you can’t. You won’t. You refuse to step forward. You refuse to reach for it. You refuse to turn the knob and pull back the door, stepping into the way your life is supposed to be. But why? The fear of failing. The fear of falling. The fear of making crucial mistakes and becoming the laughing stock of the entire world. This fear cripples you. It controls you. It haunts you. And it defeats you because you’re still standing here looking at it. What are you going to do? Nothing. Impossible. There must be a way to defeat yourself. To no longer hide behind the curtain on the stage as the audience murmurs and gripes over the ten-year delay. When will the show begin? When will you step out into the spotlight? When will a smile replace the dread that hasContinue reading »

In the Bible, we are told to “Fear not.” Why? It’s because the Lord is at the helm. When we trust and obey righteous precepts, fear has no place. God fears nothing and no one. Be not afraid. Rest in the truths of the Lord’s amazing assurances. Deuteronomy 31:8 – KJV And the Lord, he it is that doth go before thee; he will be with thee, he will not fail thee, neither forsake thee: fear not, neither be dismayed.

David was the due time man arranged by God to topple Goliath. The other men present ran from the giant man. 1 Samuel 17: 24 – KJV, “And all the men of Israel, when they saw the man, fled from him, and were sore afraid.” David stepped forth and put things in perspective. His own brother misunderstood, and thus unwisely rebuked him for his action plan. Regardless, David wouldn’t allow misunderstanding, distractions or the fears of others to move him from his mission assigned by God. Before his due time with Goliath, David had been prepared by God for this eventful day with the giant man. In particular, we read of two prep actions; David slew a lion and a bear. Yes, by the time he had to face Goliath, David was indeed ready for the epic battle with the uncircumcised Philistine. When Goliath laid his eyes on David, he mocked and disdained the holy man of God for David was a youth and certainly of much smaller stature thanContinue reading »

Amber and her family have moved to Evergreen Lane in Tampa, Florida. Geographically, they love it but emotionally their hearts are deeply attached to the east coast where extended family remains. Job duties called Trent, Amber’s father, to Tampa; responsibly, he answered the workplace need. In the laundry room, pony-tailed Monica, clothed in a red and white polka dot sundress, hums along with the low playing classical music on the radio. She taps her flip flop clad narrow foot to the tune of the soothing music. Smiling as she folds Trent’s assorted basketball uniform shorts, Monica thinks of his passion for the game. “That husband of mine loves his basketball nights.” Dressed snappily in her blue denim capris and tie-died tee shirt, lithe Amber enters the laundry room. “What’d you say, Mom?” She rests her three-fingered hand on the warm dryer. How’d that hand matter come to be? Amber was born minus her pinky and index fingers. Monica cheerfully answers, “Oh, I was absorbed about your dad and his basketballContinue reading »