My Bible is big, fat, heavy, with gold-edged pages and my name engraved on its red leather front. The finest gift, by far, that I have ever bought myself. Of course, what makes it special is not its cover but what’s inside it. Wisdom is more valuable than rubies, and to find it every time … More Inkspill No. 12: Vote the Word
The best way to begin writing is with a blank page. That may sound obvious, but really a blank page is more than just a piece of paper. It’s a state of mind; a preparedness to calmly face that fresh legal pad, pen in hand, ready to simply write. No agendas, no notions conceived in … More Inkspill No. 11: The Blank Page
There’s nothing like a winter evening in the Rocky Mountains when the weather’s clear. The sky is palest aquamarine, tinged with purple and streaked with light. The bouldered bluffs and evergreen crests are lit to the color of fire, while the snow in the meadows undulates with blue shadows. Dry golden grasses peek through … More Inkspill No. 10: Live Like You’re Free
My sandaled feet leave tracks in the dust. The sun is heavy on my head, weariness cloaks my body like the robe I’m wearing . . . . and yet I’ve never felt more ready for adventure. I’ve been on Emmaus road, talking with Jesus, and my heart is burning within me. It’s almost 2:00 a.m. and I’m going … More Inkspill No. 9: Charting a New Course
