Tag Archives: Personal Accounts

  • Great expectations

    The Bible tells of a time Jesus went back to His hometown. I think it’s one of the saddest stories in the Bible, pretty much summed up in the final verse of the chapter: “He did not do many mighty works there, because of their unbelief.”1 These people knew Jesus. They had watched Him grow […]

  • My very bad week

    One or two things going wrong in my week aren’t the end of the world. I can handle a few bad things. I know that every week has its allotment of issues, and I’m used to dealing with that. I can generally stay quite cheerful and look on the bright side. But last week was […]

  • Another kind of hero

    When I was an idealistic fourteen-year-old, I read a biography of David Brainerd. I loved reading about missionaries like David Livingstone, C. T. Studd, and Amy Carmichael. They seemed to have no trouble inspiring devoted converts who made every sacrifice visibly worthwhile. But Brainerd’s story got off to a tragic start. The reason I remember so […]

  • Six dreams and the making of a man 

    Two dreams were the start of Joseph’s troubles. “Listen to this dream,” Joseph told his 11 brothers. “We were out in the field, tying up bundles of grain. Suddenly my bundle stood up, and your bundles all gathered around and bowed low before mine!” In Joseph’s second dream, the sun, the moon, and 11 stars had […]

  • Better than a light

    This earth life is commonly seen as one big highway, winding its way through plains, hills, mountains, valleys, and tunnels. I’ve encountered all of the above plenty of times, and I can confidently say that I like the tunnels least of all. Those are the moments where the future is uncertain and the road ahead […]

  • Trust

    Christians often say things like “You need to have faith,” or “Faith means knowing that God will do it,” or “Trusting means you’re not afraid” or other such phrases that attempt to summarize and define faith. Between us, I can’t relate to any of these statements. Recently, over a cup of coffee, a dear friend […]

  • After the bullets stopped

    I was going through a tough period. People who had offended me were frequently on my mind, and I found myself almost exploding with resentment and anger. The only thing being angry and flustered does, though, is cloud my thinking and perspective. It never solves my problem. My natural reaction is to retaliate and set […]

  • I’m sorry

    For years I monitored children during recess and playground activities. Between all the running, jumping, rowdiness, and good-natured play, someone would often end up getting run into, tripped, shoved, etc. Often the child who had caused the accidents would immediately raise his or her hands and say, “It’s not my fault” or “I didn’t do […]

  • Power to forgive  

    I discovered the power of forgiveness on a July afternoon in 1976. It was during the Idi Amin regime, when Uganda had come to a standstill—careers, the economy, the infrastructure, education, everything. I was a student at Makerere University and also newly married and expecting a baby. Because the university didn’t have any supplies and […]

  • Life and tetris

    I love playing the tile-matching video game Tetris. The reason I like it is that I can plan it all out by looking at the pieces that will come up next, and as they come down, I can fit them all in place evenly and lower the stack. At least, that’s the idea. Even better […]

  • Forgiveness as God sees it

    Jesus told a story about forgiveness that pokes at my heart and conscience every time I hear it.1 It tells of a good king whose accountant brought to his attention that one of his servants owed him an enormous amount of money, something to the tune of billions of dollars if measured in today’s money. […]

  • Me too

    I generally consider myself a forgiving and “nice” person, but I had an experience in my sophomore year that tested my ability to forgive. My classmate Matt and I were paired up to do a presentation about modern English literature, and Matt got on my nerves from the start. My nitpicky and demanding work habits […]