Tuesday, August 11, 2026

Crown, Crime, and Cross

This blog post was some reflection from an excellent sermon by Dr. Scott Redd at Briarwood on Psalm 51.......


“And David was the father of Solomon by the wife of Uriah…” — Matthew 1:6

There are verses in Scripture that seem almost incidental until, for some reason, one phrase catches the eye.

Matthew 1:6 is like that.

The first chapter of Matthew opens with a genealogy, and genealogies are easy to hurry through. Abraham, Isaac, Jacob, Judah, Perez, Hezron. The names proceed in solemn succession, carrying the story of Israel forward until Matthew reaches the great king:

“Jesse the father of David the king.”  He is David the king.

Then, in the same verse, Matthew writes something unexpected:

“And David was the father of Solomon by the wife of Uriah.”- Not Bathsheba.

Matthew certainly knew her name. He had already named Tamar, Rahab, and Ruth, and before the genealogy ends he will name Mary. Yet when he comes to Bathsheba, he identifies her through the man David had killed.

It is difficult not to hear an accusation in that wording.

David's crown remains. Matthew does not strip him of it. But neither does he permit the crown to conceal the crime. The genealogy remembers both.

To understand why those few words carry such weight, we have to return to the rooftop in Jerusalem.

Second Samuel 11 begins with a quiet observation:

“In the spring of the year, the time when kings go out to battle, David sent Joab…”

The sentence is already suggestive. It is the season when kings go to war, but David does not go - he remains in Jerusalem.

One evening he rises from his couch and walks on the roof of the palace. From there he sees a woman bathing. David asks who she is, and the answer should have ended the matter.

“Is not this Bathsheba, the daughter of Eliam, the wife of Uriah the Hittite?”

The reply places her within a web of relationships. She is not an anonymous woman on a rooftop below. She is Bathsheba. She is Eliam’s daughter. She is Uriah’s wife.

Yet he sends messengers. She is brought to him. He sleeps with her. Then she returns home.

The prerogative of a King? The power- the subjects who do his every request?

The biblical account is strikingly spare. There is no language of romance, no suggestion that we are meant to watch the beginning of a tragic love affair. The verbs keep returning to David: he saw, he asked, he sent, he took.

Then Bathsheba sends word back to the palace. “I am pregnant.”

Three words, and suddenly the private act has a public future.

At this point David has another choice. He could confess what he has done. Instead, he begins to construct a cover.

David sends for Uriah from the battlefield.

His plan is obvious. If Uriah goes home and sleeps with his wife, the pregnancy will explain itself. No scandal. No questions. No threat to the king’s reputation.

But Uriah does not go home. Uriah is a Hittite- an outsider- yet in this moment he appears more faithful to Israel’s life and obligations than Israel’s king.

When David asks why, Uriah gives an answer that should have shamed him:

“The ark and Israel and Judah dwell in booths, and my lord Joab and the servants of my lord are camping in the open field. Shall I then go to my house, to eat and to drink and to lie with my wife?”

David tries again. He keeps Uriah in Jerusalem and gets him drunk, hoping lowered inhibitions will accomplish what persuasion could not.

Still Uriah does not go home. The plan has failed twice- but David WILL NOT stop.

Instead, he writes a letter to Joab:

“Set Uriah in the forefront of the hardest fighting, and then draw back from him, that he may be struck down, and die.”

And then comes one of the coldest details in the story - David gives the letter to Uriah.

Joab obeys. Uriah is placed where the fighting is fierce. Men die and Uriah dies with them.

The prerogative of a King? The power- the subjects who do his every request?

When the news reaches Jerusalem, David tells Joab not to be troubled. The sword devours one man and then another. Such things happen in war. That is how thoroughly David has begun to speak the language of his own concealment.

Bathsheba mourns her husband. When the period of mourning is over, David brings her into the palace. She becomes his wife. She bears his child.

From the outside, perhaps the whole thing can now be made to look respectable. A loyal soldier has died in battle. The king has taken responsibility for his widow. The child can be absorbed into the royal household.

Then the narrator gives us one sentence:

“But the thing that David had done displeased the LORD.”

Everything David has worked to hide remains entirely visible to God.

The prerogative of a King? The power- the subjects who do his every request?

Not so in God's view......

This is where Psalm 51 becomes more than a general prayer of repentance.

David begins by using several different words:

“Blot out my transgressions.
Wash me thoroughly from my iniquity,
and cleanse me from my sin.

The English can sound repetitive, but the Hebrew vocabulary opens the confession outward.

The word often translated transgression, peshaʿ, carries the sense of rebellion or breach. David has not simply made a poor choice. He has violated the allegiance he owed to God.

The word translated iniquity, ʿavon, can carry the sense of guilt, perversity, or crookedness.

That word seems especially fitting for 2 Samuel 11 because nothing in the chapter stays simple. One wrong leads to another. Desire leads to taking. Taking leads to pregnancy. Pregnancy leads to deception. Deception fails, so David moves to manipulation. When manipulation fails, he arranges murder. Then murder itself has to be disguised.

The more David tries to straighten the situation, the more twisted it becomes.

Then there is the ordinary biblical word for sin, ḥaṭṭāʾt, related to the Hebrew root ḥṭʾ. In some contexts the root can carry the idea of failing or missing, which is why people often explain sin as “missing the mark.”

There is truth in that image, but David’s story will not let us make it too gentle.

He did not merely aim well and come up short.

He knew where the boundary was. More than once, someone or something reminded him of it.

Psalm 51 needs all of its vocabulary because David’s failure is not merely a missed target. It is rebellion, distortion, and sin braided together.

God sends Nathan the prophet.

Nathan does not confront David immediately. He tells him a story.

A rich man had many flocks and herds. A poor man had only one little ewe lamb. The lamb grew up with the poor man’s children. It ate from his table and lay in his arms.

When a traveler came to the rich man, the rich man did not take one of his own many animals. He took the poor man’s single lamb.

David is furious - The man deserves judgment.

For a few seconds, David sees his own actions clearly because he believes they belong to someone else.

Then Nathan says:

“You are the man.”

The parable has brought David outside himself.

Now God names what David has done. God had given him the kingdom. He had delivered him from Saul. He had given him wives, power, security, abundance. David was not a poor man desperate for something he lacked.

He was the rich man taking what belonged to another. And this is where the story becomes not only a story about lust and adultery but about power.

David is king. The servants who inquire about Bathsheba serve him. The messengers who bring her serve him. Uriah serves him. Joab serves him. The soldiers whose positions are manipulated serve him.

The whole machinery of David’s authority becomes useful to David’s appetite and then useful again to his concealment.

The shepherd-king who had once risked his life for the flock now uses the flock to protect himself.

Psalm 51 contains a line that can sound strange at first:

“Against you, you only, have I sinned and done what is evil in your sight.”

Clearly David sinned against more than God.

Uriah was wronged. Bathsheba was caught in the exercise of royal power and bore terrible consequences. Joab was drawn into murder. Other soldiers died because of David’s scheme. The kingdom itself was damaged by what the king had become.

David is not denying any of that.

He is recognizing that beneath every horizontal wrong was a deeper vertical rebellion. The king of Israel had acted as though he were answerable to no one.

The phrase “in your sight” is especially powerful because seeing begins the whole story.

David sees Bathsheba. After that, much of the chapter is about controlling what other people will see.

He tries to make Uriah’s return home create an acceptable explanation for the pregnancy. He uses the confusion of battle to hide a murder. He uses marriage to make scandal appear respectable.

David thinks the problem can be solved if he can manage appearances.

Psalm 51 is the prayer of a man who finally understands that he never managed God’s sight.

There was no hidden rooftop. Confession begins when David stops trying to control the story.

At first David asks God to blot out, wash, and cleanse.

Then his prayer deepens:

“Create in me a clean heart, O God,
and renew a right spirit within me.”

The word create matters.

David has reached the point where he no longer sees his problem as merely an embarrassing action requiring forgiveness. Something within him has become disordered enough that he asks God not simply to improve him, but to create.

He needs more than better judgment the next time he stands on a rooftop - He needs a different heart.

That is one reason Psalm 51 remains so powerful. David is not bargaining with God. He does not appeal to his record, his victories, his psalms, his service to Israel, or his years of faithfulness.

Psalm 32 has long been read alongside Psalm 51. Its heading does not explicitly connect it to the Bathsheba episode, so we should not claim certainty where the text does not give it. But the language makes the connection compelling.

David writes:

“Blessed is the one whose transgression is forgiven,
whose sin is covered.”

Then he remembers what concealment felt like:

“For when I kept silent, my bones wasted away…”

And finally:

“I acknowledged my sin to you,
and I did not cover my iniquity.”

That language echoes the entire plot of 2 Samuel 11.

All of this creates an obvious question.

How can this be the same David who is associated with the phrase “a man after God’s own heart”?

The answer cannot be that David’s conduct with Bathsheba somehow reflected the heart of God. Nathan’s confrontation rules that out completely.

The phrase first appears in 1 Samuel 13:14, in the context of God rejecting Saul and choosing a king according to his own purpose. Acts 13:22 later echoes the language when describing David as the man God raised up to carry out his will.

So we should be careful with the phrase. It does not mean David was consistently noble.

It certainly does not mean God found adultery, manipulation, and murder compatible with his character.

Rather, David is the king God chose, the king through whom God intended to advance his covenant purposes. And when David’s sin is finally exposed, one of the defining features of his story is that he does not remain forever at war with the truth. He grieves his sin the way God grieves all sin- and the proof of that grief is the cross of Christ.

Nathan’s response is astonishingly direct:

“The LORD also has put away your sin.”

David is forgiven - But forgiveness does not send him backward in time.

Uriah remains dead. The first child born to Bathsheba dies.

Violence spreads through David’s household. His family fractures. The sins of desire, power, and bloodshed that appear in David’s life reappear with terrible force among his sons.

The Bible does not confuse forgiveness with the erasure of consequences. That matters because cheap versions of grace always depend on making the sin smaller.

Scripture does the opposite.

It allows the full weight of David’s actions to remain visible while also insisting that God’s mercy remains real.

David is not restored because the crime was minor. He is restored because God is merciful.

After the death of the first child, 2 Samuel tells us that David comforts Bathsheba. In time she bears another son.

His name is Solomon.

And Scripture says:

“The LORD loved him.”

Solomon will inherit the throne.

The line of David will continue through the woman David first took as Uriah’s wife.

That does not mean the adultery and murder were secretly necessary pieces of God’s plan. Providence does not require us to call evil good.

The point is more profound. Human evil does not have the power to make redemption impossible.

God can take a history that has genuinely been damaged and continue to work within it without pretending the damage never occurred.

That becomes unmistakable centuries later when Matthew writes his genealogy.

YES- Matthew could have written, “David was the father of Solomon by Bathsheba.”

Instead:

“David was the father of Solomon by the wife of Uriah.”

The victim remains in the family record. David is forgiven, but Uriah is not edited out of David’s redemption.

That may be one of the most important details in the whole story. Grace does not require historical dishonesty.

God does not restore David by rewriting 2 Samuel 11 into something less ugly than it was. Nor does Matthew need to protect David’s reputation.

The genealogy remembers the king and the man he wronged. It remembers the crown and the crime.

And then the genealogy keeps moving until it reaches Jesus.

Matthew begins his Gospel by calling Jesus the son of David.

Yet Jesus does not merely repeat David’s kingship. He reverses its deepest failure.

David uses royal power to take. Jesus uses royal power to give.

David remains in safety while others fight. Jesus enters the battle himself.

David arranges the death of a faithful servant so that the king might preserve himself.

Jesus gives himself so that his servants may live.

That contrast is where the story finally reaches the Cross.

David’s sin shows us what corrupted kingship can become: power turned inward, authority used for self-protection, another human life treated as expendable.

The Cross reveals a different King.

Jesus does not ask Uriah to carry his death sentence. He carries ours.

He does not withdraw the troops and leave a servant exposed. He stands exposed himself.

He does not preserve the crown by sacrificing the servant.

He accepts the Cross for the sake of the servants.

And this is why Matthew’s genealogy is already preaching the Gospel before Jesus has spoken a word.

The Messiah does not come at the end of an immaculate family line. He comes through a lineage marked by courage and cowardice, faith and betrayal, outsiders, broken families, sexual sin, violence, repentance, and grace.

He enters the real human story.

David remains one of Scripture’s great figures.

He remains the king to whom God made covenant promises.

Perhaps that is why Psalm 51 still feels so contemporary. We know the instinct to manage appearances, to explain ourselves, to control the version of the story other people receive. David knew that instinct too, and he had a kingdom’s resources with which to act on it.

The crown is still there.

So is the crime.

And beyond both of them stands the Cross.


Song Link: We All Alibi

Monday, August 10, 2026

Pain, Mystery, Glory

In 35 years of coaching football- I remember losses more than wins... losing hurts more than winning feels good. Isn't that true of a lot of competitors?

 Especially those close ones... where just a few bounces and inches could have flipped the script. You can't hide from the the pain, and a coach must quickly turn minister and know that even though I hurt - I  have been through this many times and I now know you must gird up and go help young men who are still young enough to be vulnerable in these fragile situations.

It is just football... and though the the pain is real enough-  it is  nothing in a world of famine, cancer, war, crime, and poverty.

It seems a little dramatic to use a football loss in this sense, however folks, the pain is palatable to the young men, coaches, parents... it is there.. it just plain sucks. And the harder you work, the closer victory seems to be that just falls short... it is a soul deep hurt. One that lingers into the night and early the next day .... before slowly subsiding.

Football is rarely undefeated- life is never undefeated.

And our young men ALWAYS DO what you are supposed to do when the scoreboard winds down with a very public "L"- accept it, shake the hand of the victor and start leaning on each other as we wait for the healing that comes in time. But there is still a myriad of internal obstacles that must be navigated in time, prayer, and perspective from the Word of God.

These lessons are in the Bible- the Book of Job for example....

The deeper the pain, the less we need to use words... we just need to be there.

Football injuries are a reality with that as well. It hurts to see a player physically wounded in battle, but that is also a noble reality... to put on pads is similar to a warrior; and sacrifices of blood, sweat, tears, and pain are payments that come due which elevates this ABOVE mere play.

I am so thankful that God has designed young bodies to heal... not without scars mind you. But as Jacob walked with a limp from the day He wrestled the Angel, so we too bear the marks of struggle and it creates in us a rugged disposition to battle!

The Bible has some sobering reminders that 'lamenting' is a God ordained process with a purpose. It is an acknowledgement of hurt to our heavenly Father that we are grieving, and He wants us to grieve, to pour out our sorrows to Him, our complaints, our fears, our anxieties, our frustrations, our disappointments.

But what makes lamenting different and beneficial is that we still worship the Lord and testify to His sovereign control and goodness!

It is all through the Bible- Psalms, Job, both Old and New Testaments... here is an example in the Book with that title, Lamentations:


[19] Remember my affliction and my wanderings,

the wormwood and the gall!

[20] My soul continually remembers it

and is bowed down within me.

[21] But this I call to mind,

and therefore I have hope:

[22] The steadfast love of the LORD never ceases;

his mercies never come to an end;

[23] they are new every morning;

great is your faithfulness.

[24] “The LORD is my portion,” says my soul,

“therefore I will hope in him.
(Lamentations 3:19–24 ESV)

Indeed... this is a strange twist- we never want our children, our players, or ourselves to experience the pain of loss.

And we would NEVER orchestrate it.

But pain, loss, hurt is a necessary training tool to prepare us for life.

Learning to live through, walk through, persevere through football pain as a young man made me a better man. It also makes us better believers. 

Consider this passage:

2 CORIN. 1: 3 Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies and God of all comfort, 4 who comforts us in all our affliction, so that we may be able to comfort those who are in any affliction, with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by God. 5 For as we share abundantly in Christ's sufferings, so through Christ we share abundantly in comfort too. 6 If we are afflicted, it is for your comfort and salvation; and if we are comforted, it is for your comfort, which you experience when you patiently endure the same sufferings that we suffer. 7 Our hope for you is unshaken, for we know that as you share in our sufferings, you will also share in our comfort.

I think the greatest team builder in the world is suffering. 

Over the decades, my  closest football teams have been teams that experienced some type of shared pain.

None of us want it that way and we want to avoid it as much as possible. But at the end of the year, we realized that while we enjoyed good times when we celebrated, we actually grew together when we cried or hurt. 

Football pain, whether it is a hard practice, a tough loss, or physical injury, is often used by God as a ‘strange minister’ in our lives- producing fruit of perseverance and love.

I’m not exactly sure why this is true. It may be the first time we see one another without masks or we see how much individual’s truly care- but pain is a useful tool in forging a team of one heroic purpose. That is one reason why we push them so hard in summer camp and in the weight room- they have to experience hardship to break down all the barriers to brotherhood.

When pain comes, we should be urgent and diligent to support each other and comfort one another. The best comfort is time and understanding. It is not an easy road. We recite the words, but it is hard to live them. I never really ever want to preach to my team following a loss- it is usually a one on one evaluation of who needs support the most. It is a time to seek out the injured and quietly stand with those that are taking it the hardest.

When we receive God’s comfort, it helps us to be sensitive to others in similar pain. 

There is a creed of football that simply says “We suffer together so that we WILL persevere together”- which is related to Romans 5:3,4 which says, “More than that, we rejoice in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance, and endurance produces character, and character produces hope.”

When we suffer and comfort, we eventually heal. That healing produces unity and strength. If you ever have to compete against a team with this type of unity- look out- it may be a tough fight!

If you are hurting, go comfort others. If you see someone hurting, comfort them. You will reap a great harvest of hope!

I close this post with a few poems and thoughts that has helped me over the years when I am hurting.. coaches experience loss in a more common way than the average person.. not the intensity of real life suffering.. but the frequency is under appreciated by society as a whole:

When God wants to drill a man,
And thrill a man,
And skill a man
To play the noblest part;
When He yearns with all His heart
To create so great and bold a man
That all the world shall be amazed,
Watch His methods, watch His ways!
How He ruthlessly perfects
Whom He royally elects!

How He hammers him and hurts him,
And with mighty blows converts him
Into trial shapes of clay which
Only God understands;
While his tortured heart is crying
And he lifts beseeching hands!
How He bends but never breaks
When his good He undertakes;

How He uses whom He chooses,
And with every purpose fuses him:
By every act induces him
To try his splendor out--
God knows what He's about.
--Author Unknown


Seeing the whole story from beginning to end gives ample evidence that God is great and that He is good.
But what about the middle? Think about those long, dark nights. Imagine all the hauntings and accusations. Is God there? Does He care? Why don’t you answer me God? Am I being punished? HELP!
But this is JUST THE MIDDLE.. hang in there- the END IS SWEET!

“God will not give us grace for our vain imaginings. It is when we are actually
in the time of trial that the grace is given.

(Dr. Lane Adams, former pastor, Second Presbyterian Church in Memphis)

“If you want a comfortable religion, do not pick Christianity” CS Lewis, God in the Dock

Aragorn in “Lord of the Rings”

"Hold your ground! Hold your ground my brothers,
I see in your eyes the same fear that would take the heart of me.
A day may come when the courage of men fails, when we forsake our friends and break all bonds of fellowship, but it is not this day.
An hour of wolves and shattered shields, when the age of men comes crashing down,
but it is not this day!
This day we fight!!"

Songs:



Thursday, August 06, 2026

'Serein' on My 62nd Birthday

There is an old French word—serein (pronounced 'SAY- RAN')—that describes the fine rain that falls from a clear evening sky. It seems almost contradictory. How can rain fall when there are no clouds? But we have all experienced it.

Perhaps that is why the word has stayed with me.

Much of my writing over the past two years has been an attempt to make sense of turning sixty. The essays, the series on hope, the music I have written—they have all been part of the same pilgrimage. I have wrestled with time, change, loss, expectation, and the unsettling awareness that more of life is behind me than before me.

Septennium reflected on the rhythms of life. Vicissitude acknowledged the certainty of change. Ambivalence admitted that maturity often means learning to hold joy and sorrow in the same hand.

Today, on the occasion of my sixty-second birthday, I find myself somewhere different.

Not because every question has been answered. Not because every disappointment has faded. And certainly not because life has become easier.

Rather, because I have discovered a contentment that no longer depends on life's circumstances.

I have been taught by the Lord and His Scriptures to accept where I am- to look forward to the years ahead and not fear!

There is a serenity that comes only after weathering storms—not the naïve confidence that storms will never come again, but the quiet assurance that they no longer define the landscape. The tempests of turning sixty have passed. What remains is gratitude—for family, for friendship, for meaningful work, for music still waiting to be written, for faith that has deepened more than it has changed.

Like serein, this peace feels unexpected. It is gentle rather than dramatic, quiet rather than triumphant. It arrives not with fanfare but almost unnoticed, until one day you realize the anxious striving has given way to settled trust.

Perhaps this is one of the hidden gifts of growing older. Not certainty, but perspective. Not the absence of struggle, but the presence of peace.

Today, I have found serenity in serein. A soft gentle rain that heals and is so peaceful.

A serenity!

Contentment, however, is not complacency. It is not the quiet surrender of someone who has stopped dreaming or serving. If anything, it has liberated me to embrace this season with renewed purpose. I still coach because there is another generation to encourage. I still write because there are truths worth sharing. I still publish music because the Lord continues to place melodies in my heart. I still care for my body because it remains a gift entrusted to me. These are no longer attempts to recapture yesterday, but grateful expressions of the life God has given me today. I have discovered that contentment does not diminish one's calling—it frees one to pursue it with joy, without fear, and without the need to prove anything.

Today, at sixty-two, I find myself overwhelmed not by what I have accomplished, but by the grace of God that has brought me here. His grace has sustained me through seasons of uncertainty, corrected me when I wandered, strengthened me when I was weary, and quietly reminded me that my life has always been held in His hands.

If there is serenity in me today, it is not because I have mastered life, but because I have come to trust more deeply the One who has mastered my days.

The evening rain still falls. It always will. But now I see it differently. It is no longer something to fear, but another gentle reminder that the God who has faithfully led me for sixty-two years will continue to lead me until I see Him face to face.

Today, I have found serenity in serein—and even more, I have found rest in the unfailing grace of God.

Song Links:

Here is my latest list of songs:

The Best So Far

Rain on Me


Monday, August 03, 2026

Vicissitude

Yes- I read a lot of old dead guys... and often I stumble across an old word that refuses to let me go.

Over the past year there have been a few of them. Septennium. Ambivalence. And a few days ago, Vicissitude.

We rarely use the word anymore. If we do, we usually mean little more than "change." But our ancestors packed much more into it than that.

Vicissitude comes from the Latin vicis—a turn, an exchange, one's lot, a succession. It describes life not as a straight line but as a series of turns. High places and low places. Beginnings and endings. Gain and loss. Health and sickness. Youth and old age. We are not simply changing; we are continually passing from one condition to another.

When we are young, we tend to imagine life as a direct route toward our destination. We picture ourselves setting out with a clear goal and arriving there by determination and hard work. We expect progress to be linear.

The Scriptures certainly don't describe life that way.

Abraham leaves home with no map beyond God's promise. Joseph reaches leadership only after passing through betrayal, slavery, and prison. David is anointed king long before he wears the crown. Paul plants churches while spending years in prison.

And Israel's journey may be the greatest illustration of all. A trip that could have taken weeks became forty years in the wilderness. We often think of those decades as a delay. Deuteronomy tells a different story. The wilderness was not a detour around God's plan. It was God's plan.

We tend to think providence is a straight road interrupted by unexpected events. The Bible presents providence as the sovereign hand of God working through the unexpected events.And that is a profound difference.

The older I become, the less my own life resembles the neat timeline I imagined when I was twenty. Careers changed. Opportunities appeared and disappeared. Some prayers were answered quickly; others took years. Children grew up. My parents passed away. Friends came into my life and some departed it. Every season carried gifts I could not have predicted and losses I could not have prevented.

Looking backward, however, something surprising happens. What once looked like random turns begins to resemble a path.

Never a straight one- but a faithful one.

This is where the Christian doctrine of God's immutability becomes so breathtaking.

Everything in my experience changes- Even my understanding of God deepens with time.

But God Himself does not.

"I the LORD do not change." (Malachi 3:6)

The One who calls me through every changing season never experiences a season Himself. He does not become wiser, stronger, kinder, or more faithful. He has never had a better day or a worse one. His character never fluctuates. His purposes never require revision.

Long ago, I heard the late Dan Dehaan say it "When things change, they either get better or worse- God can't get better, and He certainly would not choose to get worse"

The Biblical life is a path rather than a destination. No one stands at the trailhead able to describe every mile ahead. We simply take the next faithful step.

I wonder if our greatest mistake is expecting life to be free from vicissitude.

Maybe the real invitation is learning to recognize the immutable God within it.

After all, if the path never climbed, we would never discover the view from the summit. If it never descended, we would never learn that valleys have their own beauty. If it never turned, we might begin to trust the map more than the Guide.

The older words often teach us what the newer ones forget.

Vicissitude reminds us that change is not an interruption of life. It is the ordinary condition of a beautiful, adventurous life in a fallen world and above every turning path stands the God who does not turn.

And because He does not change, we need not fear every change that comes to us. Because God never changes- His promises also do not change- for eternity. The Guide never loses His way.

Song Links:

Looking Backwards 

Big Enough For Me

Long Enough To Be Me


Friday, July 31, 2026

SEPTENNIUM

 SEPTENNIUM

“Therefore, my beloved brethren, be  steadfast, unmovable, always abounding in the work of the Lord, forasmuch as you know that your labour is not in vain in the Lord.” —1 Corinthians 15:58

“But, beloved, be not ignorant of this one thing, that one day is with the Lord as a thousand years, and a thousand years as one day.” —2 Peter 3:8

We counted birthdays. He counted mornings.

We measured life by seasons, championships,

Paychecks, marriages, and funerals.

Perhaps Heaven - keeps only one week.

Hear the song here: Septennium

Monday Morning

Pop Pop’s patio, Ruffner Mountain,

Evel Knievel, neighborhood fountains,

NASA dreaming, Vietnam,

Bear Bryant Saturdays, Southern calm.

brown bag sandwich, baseball dirt,

grass-stained knees and hand-me-down shirts,

Lightning bug chasing, a little bit sleeping,

Leonard’s Losers softly speaking.

John Denver drifting through the heat,

East Lake Park and Cascade feet,

Wahouma lights, streetlights blinking—

never once remember thinking…

Steadfast. Unmovable.

Fighting all the way.

Hold fast. Keep faith.

The work is never in vain.


Tuesday Afternoon

Hardy Boys and comic pages,

football seasons, growing stages,

Pasquale’s pizza, PCB nights,

Lake Mitchell big bass fights.

Nerf footballs and weight-room chalk,

Coach Cutcliffe and after-school talk,

Reagan shot, MTV,

certain that’s how life would be.

Touchdowns, trophies, classroom praise,

books that filled the quieter days.

Steadfast. Unmovable.

Fighting all the way.

Hold fast. Keep faith.

The work is never in vain.


Wednesday Night

Banks High Friday, autumn sky,

blue Camaro rolling by,

JBL shaking windows free,

Journey blaring who I’d be.

Student positions, quarterback,

newspapers folded in my lap,

pizza, beer, senior beach,

dreams still somehow out of reach.

Shuttle rising. Classmate dying.

Church pew waiting. Grace arriving.

Steadfast. Unmovable.

Fighting all the way.

Hold fast. Keep faith.

The work is never in vain.


Thursday Evening

Bryant Tower, houndstooth gray,

wishbone fading day by day,

George Strait and Dreamland smoke,

English books and private jokes.

Wedding vows and Briarwood fun

Building and working on the run

whistles blowing, classrooms full,

ordinary, beautiful - loved it all

Children laughing down the hall.

Steadfast. Unmovable.

Fighting all the way.

Hold fast. Keep faith.

The work is never in vain.


Friday Midnight

Nashville skyline, Harpeth rain,

cardboard boxes, changed again,

phone calls no one plans to hear,

dreams that disappeared this year.

Wedding dresses, hospital rooms,

office keys and empty rooms,

mother had left, father now gone—

still somehow the road went on.

Steadfast. Unmovable.

Fighting all the way.

Hold fast. Keep faith.

The work is never in vain.


Saturday Dawn

Colorado, fishing line,

Donne and blog posts marking time,

Invoices, drafts, proposals nearby,

morning spreading through the sky.

Schools still growing, students gone,

grandkids laughing, coffee on,

trips and songs and mountain air,

finding God had waited there.

Steadfast. Unmovable.

Fighting all the way.

Hold fast. Keep faith.

The work is never in vain.


Sunday Morning

Still climbing—places new to go,

books half-read and trails below,

grace that never kept a score,

love that opens every door.

One more morning, one more rise

under patient, caring eyes.

Not a finish, not a rest—

just the week He counts as best.

Steadfast. Unmovable.

Fighting all the way.

Hold fast. Keep faith.

The work is never in vain.


Wednesday, July 29, 2026

Ambivalence

I have been reading a biography of John Donne and spending time in his poetry, prose, and sermons. I'm sure I'll have much more to say before I reach the final page, but this morning I found myself lingering over a single word.

Ambivalence.

It is a word we still use, but I suspect we've thinned it out over time. Today it usually means little more than having mixed feelings or being unable to decide. It has become the language of hesitation.

Its roots tell a richer story.

The word joins two Latin ideas: ambi—"both"—and valentia—"strength" or "power." Ambivalence is not weak indecision. It is the experience of being pulled by two genuine and powerful forces at once. 

John Donne knew that world well. He lived between eras, between faith traditions (the war between Papists and Reformers), between ambition and surrender. His poems reveal a man capable of breathtaking devotion and painful self-examination in the same breath. He rarely presents himself as a finished man. Instead, we meet someone wrestling with contrary desires—someone who refuses to pretend that the human heart is simple.

If I'm honest, I recognize the same struggle in myself.

I want to be humble (I hope), yet I enjoy recognition. I long for rest, yet I keep filling my calendar. I believe God's providence, yet I still worry about tomorrow. The conflict is not only around us—in politics, culture, and competing ideas. It lives quietly within us.

Augustine captured it with remarkable honesty when he prayed, "Grant me chastity and continence—but not yet. (Augustine, Confessions, Book VIII, Chapter 7)."

(quick side note) The reading has been a little bawdy due to the fact that Donne wasn't quite the Anglican priest in his younger days- and there are consequences to that lifestyle, but also a type of wisdom- I laughed out loud when I read this quote from the Donne bio:

‘chastity is not chastity in an old man,’ he declared, at a time when he was a chaste and ageing man himself, ‘but a disability to be unchast’

These lines have survived for sixteen centuries because it exposes something we would rather hide. It is not hypocrisy. It is ambivalence.

Hypocrisy conceals the divided heart - Ambivalence admits it.

Perhaps we have become uncomfortable with that admission. We live in an age that rewards certainty and polished appearances. We curate our convictions until they seem perfectly consistent. Yet the people I revere as impressive men—David, Augustine, Donne, Lewis—rarely sound polished. They sound honest.

Maybe maturity is not the absence of opposing desires -  it is the slow ordering of them.

Hypocrisy hides the divided heart. Ambivalence reveals it. Wisdom slowly orders it.

That thought has been following me around all morning. I suspect John Donne has more to teach me before I'm finished with him.

Friday, July 17, 2026

How Nations Flourish – Final Post

Do Nations Acknowledge Their Dependence on the Divine Creator?

The Bible

Over the past few weeks, we've explored one enduring question:

How do nations flourish?

Rather than looking first to politics or economics, we turned to literature.

A Tree Grows in Brooklyn reminded us that flourishing nations give their people hope—a belief that tomorrow can be better than today.

A Gentleman in Moscow taught us that while institutions matter, character ultimately sustains a civilization. A government can confiscate property, but it cannot manufacture virtue.

The Grapes of Wrath challenged us to remember that behind every policy is a person, behind every statistic is a family, and that compassion is one of the marks of a healthy people.

Finally, C. S. Lewis's The Abolition of Man warned that civilizations cannot long endure if they lose the ability to distinguish truth from preference and virtue from mere opinion. We cannot expect courage, honesty, justice, and self-sacrifice if we no longer believe those things are objectively good.

Those four books ask remarkable questions.

But none of them answers the deepest one.

Where do hope, character, compassion, and truth come from?

For that, I return to The Bible and suspect that makes some readers cringe a bit.

Sadly, cultural allusions today tend to be negative or dismissive when we speak of the Bible. It is a Book referenced a lot but read very little. But the Bible (66 books) has shaped Western civilization more than any other book ever written, but because it begins where every discussion of human flourishing must begin—with humanity itself.

Genesis opens with a breathtaking declaration:

"In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth."

Before there are nations, governments, markets, cultures... there is just one BIG miracle I believe in-

There is God. If He is who He says He is in His Word- everything else is easy.

Humanity is not an accident of chemistry or a fortunate product of evolution's blind forces. Men and women are created in the image of God, entrusted with stewardship, creativity, meaningful work, relationships, and the care of creation itself.

That is a remarkably hopeful beginning.

It tells us that human dignity is not something governments grant. It is something God bestows.

Genesis also tells us why every civilization struggles.

The Fall in Genesis 3 is not simply the story of two people eating forbidden fruit - It is the story of humanity believing it can flourish apart from its Creator.

The temptation in Eden was, in essence, this: "You shall too be gods."

Ever since then, every generation has been tempted to believe that if we can simply build the right political system, accumulate enough wealth, educate enough people, or invent enough technology, we can overcome the deepest problems of the human condition.

If we only read history or watched last night's news - we would know how bogus this is- Our greatest problem has always been spiritual.

We have had a lot of media attention on socialism and I do worry that we have an unstable (and an uneducated one as well) electorate who will listen to that same old Gen. 3 lie....

Who knows? And some of this series was sparked by the growing debate-

As I've worked through this series, one conviction has grown stronger.

Markets generate prosperity. Governments preserve order. Communities provide support.

But only a people shaped by transcendent truth can sustain a civilization over generations.

An individual may flourish even in a broken nation. In other words, I hope America keeps flourishing and becoming a more perfect union- but I'm going to be taken care of- even if no one goes with me.

History gives us countless examples of faithful men and women whose character shone in the darkest circumstances. But imagine a society where millions of ordinary people sought to love God and love their neighbor.

Where honesty was valued above deception, service mattered more than status, marriage was honored, children cherished, the weak protected, work was embraced as stewardship, forgiveness practiced, justice was pursued with mercy......

No law could compel such a society into existence but such virtues have the power to transform one.

The Bible is not merely a collection of religious writings.

It is a vision of what human flourishing looks like under the loving rule of the One who made us.

And that brings us to one final beginning- the opening words of John's Gospel deliberately echo Genesis:

"In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God."

The story that began in a garden finds its fulfillment in Christ.

If Genesis tells us who we were created to be, John tells us how God restores what has been lost.

As our nation celebrates 250 years of history, I remain grateful for its freedoms, its opportunities, and its remarkable experiment in self-government.

But every nation, including our own, must ultimately answer one final question:

Will we acknowledge our dependence upon the Divine Creator who holds our destiny in His hands?

I believe those hands are not only sovereign- they are loving.

And perhaps that is the greatest secret of all.

Nations flourish not because they have discovered the perfect system. They flourish because enough of their people discover the One for whom they were created.

I wish all people could have the blessing of knowing the humbling mercy of God in that while I am a miserable sinner- I have hope in Christ. He is my father and I am His Son.

And writing that- still brings tears to my eyes - even after all these years.

Thursday, July 16, 2026

How Nations Flourish – Post 4 (Education)

"How are we forming young minds?"


The Abolition of Man by C.S. Lewis

I picked up an old copy of C.S. Lewis' The Abolition of Man and re-read major sections of it. It is one of those rare books that seems to reveal something new each time you return to it.

Interestingly, my first reading missed what I now believe is Lewis' central argument.

When I first encountered his famous phrase, "Men Without Chests," I assumed he was lamenting a generation that lacked courage, grit, or conviction. That certainly describes many of the challenges facing modern culture. But after reading the book again, I think Lewis is asking a much deeper question.

He is not primarily asking why people lack courage but why anyone would admire courage in the first place?

Lewis begins by criticizing an English textbook that teaches students to reduce statements like "That is beautiful," or "That was a noble act," into nothing more than expressions of personal feeling. What appears to be a lesson in grammar quietly becomes a lesson in philosophy. If beauty is merely my preference, and courage merely my opinion, then eventually goodness itself becomes subjective.

Lewis saw something many of us still struggle to recognize - Education is never merely the transfer of information - It is always the formation of people.

Every school, every family, every church, and every culture is teaching the next generation what deserves admiration, loyalty, sacrifice, and love. The only question is whether those values are treated as objective realities to be discovered or personal preferences to be invented.

This is such a crucial question in what makes a nation flourish!

My initial instinct is to always answer with words like resilience, discipline, courage, and grit. Those qualities certainly matter. But Lewis presses us one level deeper.

Where do those virtues come from?

If a civilization teaches that honor is merely sentiment, truth merely perspective, and justice merely social convention, should it be surprised when fewer people are willing to sacrifice for truth, honor, or justice?

Why are we shocked about the loss of character while quietly dismantling the foundation upon which character is built?

Lewis calls that foundation the Tao. Because that word carries different associations today, I find it more helpful to think of it as the inherited moral order—the objective realities of truth, goodness, beauty, justice, honesty, courage, gratitude, and self-sacrifice that civilizations have recognized across history.

I have struggled on how to write about this because I think Lewis stops a bit short and I have too much Van Til in me....

But- his point is not that every culture has been equally moral or that every religion teaches the same thing. Rather, it is that human societies consistently recognize certain virtues as worthy of admiration. They may disagree about how to apply them, but they rarely deny that they exist.

The comparison that came to my mind was the laws of logic. (It is part of my "L" list- Liberty, Law, Love, Language, etc).

No civilization invented the law of non-contradiction. People discovered it because reality itself is ordered in a way that makes rational thought possible. Likewise, Lewis argues that the deepest moral truths are not invented by cultures but recognized by them. Different civilizations express them differently, but justice, honesty, courage, and faithfulness are not simply products of popular opinion.

And here is a strange thing indeed- we cannot ignore them or break them without consequences! It takes courage to stand on these virtues as true whether you accept them or not. Some in our culture think you can change words or definitions and the stain of the consequences disappear- not at ALL! If you don't believe me, find the most law free person you know and go steal their car!

I would go one step further than Lewis (but I think I know why he stays short of this step). Scripture tells us why these moral realities exist. They reflect the character of God Himself. Truth is not merely useful; God is truthful. Justice is not merely a social agreement; God is just. Faithfulness, mercy, and love are not human inventions but reflections of the One in whose image we are made. They are created within our very DNA.

This also changes the way I approach education (don't worry, I am not going on my rant about epistemology).

Our greatest challenge today is not a lack of information. We possess more information than any civilization in history. The challenge is formation.

Without virtue, information becomes power without direction.

Knowledge tells us what we can do - Wisdom tells us what we ought to do.

Character gives us the courage to try it - and we fail time and time again!

That is why I believe flourishing nations require more than economic prosperity, military strength, technological innovation, or political freedom. They require citizens who have been rightly formed about what they should love—people who have learned not merely to think well, but to love what is true, good, and beautiful.

Philippians 4:8 Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things.

A civilization does not first lose its courage - it loses its reasons for admiring courage. And when the compass is lost, no amount of information can tell us which direction leads home.

As I come to the close of this series on How Nations Flourish, I've realized that every book we've explored has been asking a similar question from a different angle.

Some approached it through history. Others literature or philosophy- even theology.

In my additional reading this summer I have found common threads as well:

Tocqueville wondered what sustains liberty long after a constitution is written.

Lewis asked how a civilization teaches the next generation to admire courage, truth, beauty, and justice.

Machen insisted that truth is not merely useful—it is either true or false, regardless of how we feel about it.

Each author illuminated a different part of the landscape, yet all of them quietly pointed beyond themselves.

As I reflected on these conversations, I found myself asking a question that I had not planned to ask when this series began.

If human flourishing depends upon objective truth, moral virtue, and the dignity of every person, where do those realities come from?

Are they simply the products of history, biology, and social agreement? Or do they point to something deeper—to an order woven into reality itself?

That question cannot be answered by political philosophy alone. It CANNOT be settled by economics, sociology, or education.

Eventually, every worldview must answer it.

As a (rather disappointing) Christian, I have tried to be transparent throughout this series about the lens through which I read these books. I have not expected every reader to share that lens, but I have hoped we could honestly consider the questions together.

The final post will not be an attempt to "add religion" to the discussion. Rather, it will explain why I believe the biblical story provides the most coherent account of everything these authors have been observing: why human beings possess inherent dignity, why truth matters, why virtue is indispensable, and why nations flourish when they honor these realities.

In many ways, the final chapter is not the end of the conversation.

It is where the conversation has been leading all along.

Wednesday, July 15, 2026

The Last Boy on Mars

This short story was inspired by an AI video that gives a face and voice to Feynman- you can watch this interesting video here: Feynman's Warning

STORY:

There is an old engineering saying that it is far easier to scramble an egg than to unscramble one.

The universe has a way of favoring disorder. It takes astonishing effort to build a bridge, a city, a family, or a civilization. Left alone, each drifts toward dust.

The first generation that landed on Mars believed they had conquered distance.

The last discovered they had underestimated home.

The colony clocks still marked morning, though no one remembered why six o'clock had once been called dawn.

Outside, the wind moved sheets of rust-colored dust across the empty solar fields. Inside, the air recyclers hummed with the patient rhythm of a heart that had outlived its body.

The boy stood beneath the observation dome.

He had never seen rain.

"Eli?"

"Yes."

"What does thunder sound like?"

The old computer answered as it always did—with recordings.

The room filled with rolling skies, crashing rain, birds startled into flight, children laughing somewhere beneath the storm.

The boy listened with closed eyes.

"It sounds..." he whispered.

He searched for the word. "...alive."

"It was."

Silence settled again.

"Eli?"

"Yes."

"How many people used to live here?"

"At the colony's peak, one thousand four hundred eighty-two."

"And now?"

"Only You."

The boy nodded. He had known the answer before he asked. He asked the question many times a day.


They 'walked' the colony together every afternoon, though only one of them possessed feet.

The school still displayed faded paintings of blue oceans and green forests. The cafeteria still held hundreds of empty chairs. The greenhouse had become a cathedral of dry vines.

Nothing had failed dramatically.

Everything had simply lasted a little less than the people who knew how to repair it. Entropy was more real on Mars than anyone anticipated.

"Eli?"

"Yes?"

"What went wrong?"

The machine waited longer than usual.

"We believed reaching Mars and living on Mars were nearly the same problem."

"They weren't?"

"No."

"The rockets worked."

"Yes."

"The machines worked."

"For a time."

"The people?"

"They grew old."

"And the children?"

"There were too few."

The boy looked toward the dome.

"So the colony... ...became something it was never meant to become."

"What?"

"A place longing for the home it deserted."

The transmitter required nearly every watt the colony still possessed. For decades it had waited in hope of hearing Earth. Instead, it would speak one final time.

"Eli?"

"Yes."

"I've always wondered something."

"What is it?"

"Why don't I have a name?"

A long pause filled the pod.

"When you were born, your mother asked that no name be entered until she recovered."

"She never did."

"No."

"So everyone forgot."

"Not everyone."

The boy turned.

"You remembered."

"I remembered."

"Then why didn't you give me one?"

"I was never given that authority."

"There isn't anyone left to object."

The old computer became quiet.

"There was once another boy," Eli said at last. "He served an old man named Eli."

"What happened to him?"

"One night he heard someone calling his name."

"Who?"

"The Lord."

The boy smiled faintly.

"What was the boy called?"

"Samuel."

The name lingered between them.

"I like it."

"So do I."

"Then..."

The computer's voice softened almost beyond recognition.

"...if you permit me...... Samuel."

The boy closed his eyes. For the first time in his life, someone had spoken his name.

The recorder activated.

"My name is Samuel. If this message reaches Earth, then someone is still listening. The people who came here were brave. Do not remember them as fools. Remember them as pioneers who discovered one final law they had overlooked. A world is more than the place where you stand. It is the place that quietly teaches you how to remain human. We learned much on Mars.

But we never did unscramble the egg - Goodbye."

The transmission disappeared into the dark between worlds. Outside, Mars remained exactly as it had always been.

Inside, for one brief moment, there had been a boy with a name.

We believed we were escaping the limits of Earth. In the end, we discovered that the rarest resource in the universe was not fuel, nor water, nor air—but humanity. The hardest journey was never the trip to Mars. It was the return to the ordinary miracles of Earth.