Category Archives: Idols

The Best Exercise for You

Walking? Okay, maybe lifting weights.

Hmmm . . . Those were my best guesses as I started listening to the Freakonomics podcast, “The Best Exercise For You.” Surely it has got to be one of those. This podcast was incredibly entertaining partly because of the building anticipation on whether my guesses where going to be confirmed as right (they weren’t).

The more I thought on this question, I realized they might be right if your goal is to live a long life, but is this the best exercise from an eternal perspective? The apostle Paul reminds us that “physical training is of some value, but godliness has value for all things, holding promise for both the present life and the life to come” (1 Timothy 4:8). In that light, I think the following exercise might arguably be one of the best, not just for our earthly body but for our soul.

Anger Revealed

I am an angry person. (Does my admitting this surprise you? It might, even if you know me fairly well.) But I can guarantee you it doesn’t surprise my kids. I don’t mean that I am the kind of angry person that runs around yelling or showing hostility whenever I don’t get my way. You’re

Freedom’s Just Another Word for Nothing Left to Lose

Yesterday, Keith Simon delivered what I personally would rate as one of the Top 10 sermons I have ever heard…maybe even Top 5. And I am not limiting that statement to the pastors and guest speakers that I have had the privilege of learning from at The Crossing for the past 14 years. I mean

The Myth of ‘Being Completed’

You complete me.” “Will you accept this final rose?” “I’m only me when I’m with you.” Don’t we all want to hear those words said to us? Don’t we all want to feel like we’ve found that one person in the world who makes us whole, who meets our needs and gives us the happily ever after ending to our stories? Don’t we all want to feel like we’ve been chosen, that ‘our person’ is finally permanent?

Why Does Work Suck in Your 20s?

Let me lay my cards on the table. I’m a twenty-something. So I write not as a seasoned worker, but as a peer struggling to finding meaning after college. I became disillusioned with work quickly after graduation. My job was to fundraise, and I expected this to be both encouraging and quick. It was neither.