by tim walker i never thought i would live past 30. call it a romanticized notion. i was a moody john hughes anti-hero. a misunderstood,
by tim walker if you’ve watched a lot of movies, or even the evening news, you know this truth . . . escapes are hard.
i don’t have a monopoly on words. i realize that i’m not the only writer in the world. there was a time when that immobilized
i like superheroes. i even believe myself to be one on occasion. not in a “pick up a car” kind of way, or “tackle a
i’ve always had a wicked tongue. i can slice and dice with the best of them. i’m not physically strong, but i can hold my
God loves irony. how do i know this? well, it’s not from a particular Bible verse. it’s from my own life. (disclaimer: for my theological
an expensive night at the ER. a car that’s in the shop for yet another repair. looming big expenses in the next few months that
i’m not going to pretend that this parenting thing is easy. that if you do all the right things, everything works out great. because people
400 years. that’s how long God was silent between the Old and New Testament. the last thing anyone heard from God was through the prophet
sometimes i envy people who can’t speak. not the ones who are afraid to talk in front of others. i envy the mute. i envision
some people find God on a mountain peak. others in the power of a waterfall. i find God in heartbreak and sorrow. it’s one of