Monthly Archives: July 2016


God – Where Are You? (Part 2)

This entry is part 3 of 3 in the series Where Are You?

When we left Habakkuk, he had just unleashed some frustration on God – like with all this bad stuff going on here, how come You aren’t taking care of us like You said You would? After what was apparently a long time, God finally says watch and be amazed at what I’m going to do.


Quantum Immortality

This entry is part 3 of 4 in the series Quantum Theory and God

The whole concept of alternate realities is about different possibilities of the way life is – like maybe there’s a really good me in some universe and a really bad me in some other universe – and for that matter an infinite number of me’s ranging from the worst of the worst to the best possible human in an infinite number of universes.
OK – that’s great for me. But what about you – the reader? And your family and friends? Why should they be stuck in one of my universes?


This then is how you should pray…

This entry is part 2 of 10 in the series The Lord's Prayer

Prayer is – at it’s core – a conversation with God. A two way conversation. Yes – we say words. Maybe out loud. Maybe silently. But something comes from us with the intention that it goes to God. But it’s more than that. If we don’t listen for a response – we’re missing a huge part of why we pray.


Take this in remembrance of me.

For me, it wasn’t just the blood of Jesus. Not like that’s anything I should even use the word “just” with. But I was young. And it was Paul that scared me to death. I knew I’d never be asked to be Jesus. But Paul – that’s a different story. And it’s not like Paul was the only follower of Jesus that suffered. Heck – they all did. I din’t want that.


How Christian are our leaders? 2

This entry is part 9 of 9 in the series Why the government can't save you

I just got my new passport.

I know – what’s that got to do with Christianity? But then – I often say, if God is really everywhere – we should see evidence of Him, literally, everywhere.
So I saw evidence of Him there. In my passport.
But sometimes – I can’t help but notice that the apparent “evidence” is so fake.