The year is half over.

Some days it’s a real struggle to decide what to write about.

I experienced another minor miracle last night at jiu jitsu.

I am reading Exodus at the moment, and it’s sobering to think of all the blood that was used to cover the transgressions of the children of Israel.

My radiation consult was last Friday.

The cruiser pulled close, then dropped back and slipped into my lane behind me.

I don’t know why the prospect of radiation treatment frightens me so much.

There are subtle hints that my treatment may be changing soon.

My reading in Numbers today reminded me of something we talked about when we studied Mere Christianity: when we sin against one another, God is the aggrieved party.

Cancer will steal your life, if you let it.

I’m still trying and failing to connect with Easter.

The theme of our pastor’s present sermon series is “March to the Cross”, referencing Jesus’ resolute journey in His final days, knowing what was coming.

Today marks 4 years sober from alcohol, 2 years pursuing God.

“Hi, how are you?”

In the end, all we are is words.

A pattern has emerged in the handling of my cancer treatment: my doctor hints at a change of treatment, outlines all of the possible treatments, eliminates some of the possibilities, and then strongly...

Yesterday was a trial of a day, but I managed to get through it, thanks be to God.

Tuesday I finished my second reading of the Bible.

Architect of ban on protests outside abortion clinics in Scotland says such an act could theoretically fall foul of new legislation

Today I started the last 4 days of my one year Bible plan, with the first 5 chapters of Revelation.

This past Saturday, I was privileged to give a short seminar to fellow church members about personal finances.

My appointment this past Monday held the possible promise of a new course of treatment as the experimental drug wanes in its efficacy.