Grizzly Adams and His Tow Truck It was a divine disruption I didn’t have time for. And it changed my life, forever. This unexpected encounter began over a blown-out tire on the way home from an early Ransomed Heart event. At the time, one of my buddies directed the resource center and I directed the […]
Disclaimer: BecomeGoodSoil.com is a blog written for men who are choosing a decade of excavation. My motive is to write with integrity and love to this group of men uniquely. If that’s not you, I welcome you to enjoy, drink deeply, and invite God to bring nourishment to your heart. But be mindful that some […]
It was approaching dusk on a November afternoon, and I was splitting the last of the logs we cut for firewood, when suddenly the fading light transformed the sky into a suspended ocean of luminous peach and rose, the glow from which caught me off guard. I could do nothing other than drop my splitting […]
Parker Palmer has written one of the most honest, provocative and truly helpful books regarding vocation. While taking a brutally candid journey through his battle with depression, he leads us along the narrow road, coaching us through “listening” to our lives as the primary path to discover and walk in our vocation. And in doing so, he not only identifies the ability of our potential to guide us, but even more, our limitations. While I differ in a few categories (like the unfortunate reality he is a pacifist), the wisdom and sage-ness of Life fought for and cultivated through suffering earns my deepest respect and admiration. Palmer takes a candid and accessible approach into the honest journey from the false self to the true self. It’s a book laden with depth, breadth, and guideposts to help us find our way home when we are lost at sea.
I was amazed. God had done so much. Yet what amazed me even more was this: God had done so much that I had already forgotten. Holy Spirit had prompted me to carve out two hours to sit and soak in our family pictures from 2013. As I did, my heart was literally revived, remembering […]
It was nearly a nondescript December Wednesday. I was pushing hard to finish projects on my desk, and Cherie was likely pulling dinner together and trying to focus the kids on their homework. The only difference was that winter’s first snow had enveloped our town throughout the day. The constancy of a light and gentle […]