No movement in American history more resembled the life and teachings of Jesus Christ than the Civil Rights Movement of the 1950s and 1960s.

No movement in American history, to achieve its aims, more closely followed the Way of Jesus Christ.

Perhaps the most Christian of all Christian teachings is this one:

Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you, that you may be children of your Father in heaven. He causes his sun to rise on the evil and the good, and sends rain on the righteous and unrighteous. If you love those who love you, what reward will you get? Are not even the tax collectors doing that? And if you greet only your own people, what are you doing more than others? Do not even pagans do that? Be perfect, therefore as your heavenly Father is perfect (Gospel of Matthew 5:43-48).

A Christian is someone who loves her enemies. And not from a distance. Not from...

Jesus wept (Gospel of John 11:35).

Of course he did.

He claimed “I AM” (Gospel of John 8:58).

His nickname meant “with us” (Gospel of Matthew 1:23).

Put it all together.

When those with whom he found himself were weeping, how could a man who went by the name “I am with you” not weep with them?

The meaning and purpose of Jesus’s name–the meaning and purpose of Jesus, the man, himself–is *here-*ness. *With-*ness.

We have Jesus all wrong if we imagine him passing through humanity like a warm knife through butter.

We have him wrong if we imagine him glowing with heavenly light, floating head and shoulders above the crowd, surrounded by a holy force field.

We have him wrong if we imagine him acting like a god, looking like a god.

He had no beauty or majesty to attract us to him, nothing in his appearance that we should desire him. He was despised and rejected by men, a man of...

Conservatives are the new liberals.

Let me explain.

Growing up and coming of age in the public square, conservatives were my heroes and role models. I was happy to be one myself.

What did I understand conservatism to be?

Conservatism, as I thought of it, was about five things:

First, the belief that “all [human beings] are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable rights, that among these are life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.” Human beings form governments to ensure that human beings in a society can enjoy these rights to the fullest without infringing on the rights of others. The purpose of government is not to give these rights to citizens, but to recognize these rights and to protect and uphold them.

Second, the belief in universal basic standards of justice, morality, and virtue. Human beings may have different deities and...

I tried so hard to talk myself out of liking or loving Tracy.

The biggest reason I tried so hard to not like her is that I didn’t imagine she would like me back. I wanted to save myself the heartbreak, so I tried to coax my heart away from her.

Someone like her would never like someone like me. Would she?

The second biggest reason I tried to not like Tracy is that I wasn’t her type and she wasn’t mine.

From an early age, I had a picture of the kind of girl I would marry and Tracy was not it.

Until I met Tracy, I expected to marry a woman who is a lot like me. Maybe she would be the daughter of a Christian missionary or pastor. I would meet her at a Bible study, church, or at Christian concert. On dates, we would cup mugs of tea in our hands, pray together and talk about God’s will for our lives. It would be easy for her to like me and for me to like her. We would always get...

You didn’t know that when you clicked on this blog, you would be entering a confessional.

But here you are, about to take my confession.

Here it is: I often feel an urge to punish and shame people who are “out loud” with opinions I believe to be wrong.

I fight that urge so hard that it hurts.

Imagine my misery every time I scroll through social media.

Sometimes, it takes everything I have to hold back the rage I feel.

Why hold it back? Why not let my fury flag fly?

Mostly this Bible verse:

“…for your anger does not produce God’s righteousness” (James 1:20).

I can’t think of a time in my life that the free flow of my raw anger did any good for anyone else or for me. Even when my anger was justified.

One summer in college, I served as the summer youth minister for a Church of Christ congregation in Mississippi. The youth group had about 20 teenagers in it. About half were...

I woke up around 3:30 a.m. with acid reflux and an icky feeling in my middle.

I went downstairs to take some pink stuff.

I didn’t know if I was going to be sick, but I was sure that I needed some time for the acid reflux to calm down.

And the trouble with getting up at any time during the night is that my head cranks up and doesn’t want to settle down again.

So, I made some hot tea and sat down on the couch to see what would happen. I wanted distract myself from how I felt, so I started flipping from Facebook to the news to solitaire on my phone.

While those things distracted me somewhat from how bad I felt, they didn’t make me feel better.

“Doomscrolling” through Facebook posts and news headlines, I can’t get my mind off of people who died, people who are dying, people who are getting sick. Will I get sick? Will someone I love get sick?

I can’t get my mind off of the...

COVID took Bert Bryan’s life on Saturday, January 2, 2021.

You might not know Bert. As I thought about him last night, I had to admit that I didn’t know him that well either. We belonged to the same church for almost 20 years. I was in his home once or twice. Over two decades, we had at least a few conversations that lasted more than 10 minutes.

Even though we didn’t know each other that well or really spend much time together, I would still call Bert a “close friend.”

That is the best tribute I can write about him. He had a gift for making a casual acquaintance feel like the closest friendship. To meet Bert just once was to feel like you had a new best friend. My closest friends never greeted me with as much attention, excitement, interest, or warmth as Bert did on any given Sunday. Bert greeted every person he met as if he heard “Hail to the Chief” playing in his head for them. He...

Tracy and I used to watch Modern Family reruns almost every night.

In one episode, one of the main characters, Phil, has a medical scare. He spends the episode obsessing over death (to great comedic effect).

In one scene, Phil finds Walt, the octogenarian widower who lives next door.

Phil asks: “Do you ever think about death, Walt?”

Walt looks at Phil and says: “I’m 85. Death is my roommate.”

The year 2020 gave me my first taste of what it feels like to be Walt. I imagine that what I felt this year is similar to what someone in his 80s feels. Friends are dying. Death is in the neighborhood and could come knocking at my door, too. All of life seems fragile, mortal.

A few weeks ago, one of the most beloved members of our church got COVID. He is now on a ventilator, fighting for his life while the prayers of thousands try to stop the cold wave from overtaking him.

To date...

My wife, Tracy, and I moved into our new house in our new town on Saturday, September 15, 2012.

Eight days later, on Sunday, September 23, we were still not unpacked. Boxes and disassembled furniture made our bedroom look like a storage unit. We still hadn’t painted and set up what would be the baby’s room.

We went to bed that night in a place that didn’t feel like home.

At around 1 a.m. on Monday, September 24–just two hours after we turned out the light to go to sleep–Tracy shook me awake.

“It’s time to go to the hospital!”

An hour later, we were in a delivery room. Tracy labored hard for eight hours. I stood by her the entire time, doing whatever she needed me to do for her. At around 10 a.m., Dr. McBride told us the baby’s head was too big. He saw signs of stress in both baby and mother. So, about an hour later, we all met in an operating room. They hung a kind of curtain to...

I’m thankful that I made it 45 years.

I’ve known people who didn’t make it to ten, 20, 30, or 40.

I can recall the names of several people who died in their early 40s this year (some of them with COVID).

When I hear people complain about getting old, I wonder if they thought about the alternative.

Last night, on the eve of my birthday, I told my wife that I think 2020 is the year my youth ended. If I live to be very old, I will always look back on my life as “before 2020 (age 45)” and “after 2020 (age 45)”.

I’m grieving this. The other day, I admitted this to God and myself while taking a walk alone at night.

As I prayed about aging and death, I saw a light in the dark.

Christmas lights, to be sure, but also illumination for my soul.

From the place inside where Spirit speaks to me, I heard: One of the greatest gifts of aging is knowing you don’t have time.

And I said...