A God who allows Pain

I understand why someone might look at all the pain and suffering and cruelty in the world, and ask that question. If God is love, why would a loving Father allow His children to suffer? …Or, at the very least, why not stop some of the very worst attrocities?

The Merits of Pain and Loss

I recently ran across a song I wrote when I found out we would be having twins. It’s an incredibly cheesy poem, wherein I fantasize about all the fun adventures I’ll be having with the twins: running around and rough-housing, the projects we’d work on together, the conversation’s we’d have… the fun experiences I’d introduce them to.

Raising Kids Who Can Reason

I want my kids to be able to understand what they believe, and why. I want them to ask scary questions, and evaluate the answers. I want them to be able to think of truth as something beautiful, even when some truths are ugly. I want them to be able to accept that some truths can’t be known, but that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t still search for them.

Proud to be a Dad

My dad once said that when he became a new parent, he discovered a whole new capacity for love, like a new heart that he’d never used before, but had been saved just for this purpose. That’s exactly what it’s like.

Faith in Healing

A friend, who has been suffering from a painful illness for the past few years, was recently advised that healing had not yet come because of a lack of faith, and a lack of speaking as though the illness had already been cured. I was asked for my perspective on healing.

It’s a difficult topic, and one I struggle with myself sometimes, but here’s what I’ve concluded:

I absolutely believe in healing, because I absolutely believe in miracles.