Sometimes I'll take time to leaf through my old journals. When I take them down from the bookshelf by my bed I always end up finding something meaningful between the lines. It might be a humorous memory scribbled across the page, a sorrowful circumstance inked into the paper or what I had been learning and studying… Continue reading Our Single Hope
A personal testimony to proverbs 3:5-12: I was swimming, of all things, when I thought of it. If you know me, that might make you laugh just a little bit––because I'm not much of a pool or lake or ocean or anything else 'water' person. I admit, though, sometimes nothing feels better or sounds nicer… Continue reading Don’t Despise the Reproof
Earlier this month I posted an article on chapter 2 of Proverbs. I aim to go in order from this point on. But that very effort, that 'from this point on' language leads me think that I might as well stop and tell you my current undertaking for Affectionately Dependent. I've always thought it would… Continue reading The Beginning of Knowledge (Proverbs 1)
In 1 Timothy 6:12 we are instructed (through Paul's instructing to Timothy) to fight the good fight of faith. There are some helpful cues in the context that can sufficiently aid in discerning the meaning of that––what exactly the good fight of faith is. Things like preaching and embracing the gospel of our Lord Jesus… Continue reading The Good Fight for Wisdom (Proverbs 2)
Reading our Bibles should be a lot more like nosing around a sunlit garden than being shut-up in a room with a book. Of course, that's exactly what we are––shut-up with a book––but we really shouldn't think of it like that. Imagine you've gone out the back door in the morning and the sun is… Continue reading Be Satisfied
The name of this blog, of this website, whatever you wish to call it, is Affectionately Dependent. If you like, you can read more about that in the about page or really in any post written here. Essentially, though, It’s the way I see the Christian life and how I think it works. A number… Continue reading For His Glory, For Our Joy
There's a stretch of sidewalk on the southwest side of Cedarville University's campus that I occasionally find myself walking in the late hours of the day. It looks across a farmer's field and to a distant tree-line and, if it happens to be clear, to a glistening gallery of stars. It's a quiet sort of… Continue reading We Rejoice In Suffering
I was standing knee deep in Lake Superior as dusk fell one August evening with a question echoing throughout the depths my mind. As the waves came in, the cliffs turned black, and the swirling air began to bring forth the smell of evening, I reeled over my reoccurring plea–– "God, please just show me… Continue reading Do You Know Who You Are Waiting For?
I can clearly remember the positive and expectant atmosphere that swirled around us as we loaded up the cars one spring evening. The first half of the semester was over, exams had been taken and papers submitted––spring break had begun. Aside from the fact that we were road tripping with our friends and were entirely… Continue reading If It Is Your Will
I can remember driving up the coast of Lake Huron on a rainy Saturday morning one summer, and I can remember being a little disappointed at the fact that the lake, typically a deep beautiful blue, was a tumultuous gray that seemingly hid below the clouds. As I stood staring out across it on a… Continue reading In All He Does He Prospers?