A Contemplative Poem by Paul David Tripp It is the big dilution the height of arrogance the seductive trap, the big, dark danger. It leads nowhere good. Its destiny is death. It sat at the center of the disaster in the garden. It propelled the sad rebellion of Adam and …
Sitting in my office at home, my then eight-year-old granddaughter Naomi walked in and pulled up a stool beside me. “What are you doing Poppa?” she asked. “I’m just writing my Monday Memo,” I replied. Then the discussion began. “I’m going to write a book,” Naomi said. “Oh! What would …
There is a Time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens: a time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot, a time to kill and a time to heal, a time to tear down and a …
Thinking about a recent article I wrote around my early experiences with church and pursuits spiritual put me in mind of this little story. It indicates to me that try as we might we can often, with the best intentions, come up with our thumb firmly planted in our eye. …
