One of the early losses due to “the fire in my bones” was my ability to travel and speak.
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One of the early losses due to “the fire in my bones” was my ability to travel and speak.
Something deep within me has made a connection between my life and this poem, a distant memory that offers a way of understanding my life.
I share another excerpt today from chapter 9, “Which Way Did They Go? The Wisdom to Lead,” words I wrote almost two years ago.
I provide this work primarily for those who may use A Life That Is Good to study or teach the book of Proverbs.
We now leave the flock of 823 proverbs safely penned in my book, to go in search of the missing 10% (92 proverbs).
Today, I share my favorite proverbs from participants in my ACU Summit class and make three observations.
I'm honored this year that CenterPeace has invited me to teach a few classes at their conference.
Pastors and church groups in particular will love and benefit from this relevant guide regarding the message of Proverbs for today’s world.
Welcome to the new host site for my blog Seasons. As I once told students on the first day of class, you might want to take a little time to look around and familiarize yourself with our new digital home.
In the early years, I was on my own with the losses, fighting the pain every day, watching my life burn to the ground, and compiling a list of grievances against God and the world.
Only when the adrenaline rush is over can we begin to count our losses: the things we can’t replace and the fire’s impact on us: mind, body, and soul.
Lush green lawns turned light brown and flower gardens withered, including mine—except for the drought tolerant weeds and evergreen cedars reaching up to the eaves of my house.
Nearly fifty percent of doctoral students in the arts (including biblical literature) fail to finish their degrees within ten years.
As an undergraduate at ACU I discovered an unexpected enthusiasm for my studies of the Old Testament and the Hebrew language.
Throughout the month of July 1943, seventy-five years ago, my mother continued her fight against polio.
After my fourth surgery, I began to experience dreams that I had resigned my university tenure and gone back to pastor a church, nightmares that left me panicked and afraid.
On June 27th, 1943, the Hatter family drove from their home in Handley, Texas (between Arlington and Fort Worth) to Waco, Texas, to visit Granny and Grandad Hatter.
We now pause to bring you a word from our sponsor, the one who makes our story possible: Pain.
With a diagnosis of CRPS my best hope was physical therapy, where I would learn the true meaning of the cliché “No pain, No gain.”
Whenever I taught Proverbs 10–31 and had extra time, I distributed 3 x 5 cards and asked the students or seminar participants to write down proverbs or short sayings that they recalled hearing while they were growing up