The dream
Fifteen years ago, I began a journey of awakening. The end of that journey exposed the beginning of my life. At long last, I saw the hard-to-face realities and easy-to-embrace fantasies in my childhood that led to everything else.
Fifteen years ago, I began a journey of awakening. The end of that journey exposed the beginning of my life. At long last, I saw the hard-to-face realities and easy-to-embrace fantasies in my childhood that led to everything else.
How could I write about rest, in a season where rest seemed to have permanently fled?
"White men are not the secret weapon (to dismantling injustice in the church and beyond) ... but Jesus is."
Bringing forth a viable book - or any other work that is living, breathing and life-giving - requires waiting and cooperating with God through the whole gestation period, however long he designates it to be.
My great-great-grandfather, Lorenzo Whitaker, fought for the Confederacy in the Battle of Gettysburg. He was wounded and taken prisoner in fighting that left his unit decimated and most of his comrades dead.
The day I finished a book about the life of Esther, that was 20 years in the making.
One weekend in March 2012, I met with a small group eager to seek what God wanted to show us through Elijah’s life and times. None of us has been…
God gave me an impossible task, a delightful task, and he went before me to make the way.
"Wrong will be right, when Aslan comes in sight. At the sound of his roar, sorrows will be no more. When he bares his teeth, winter meets its death. And when he shakes his mane, we shall have spring again."