Dear Cobham Park Church Family, Most of my yard is slowing down. I haven’t seen any flowers for weeks—including the climbing rose bush on my trellis. But yesterday, Tammy and I were surprised to spy a solitary pink rose blooming within a tangle of bare, thorny stems! If that rose could talk, I imagine that… Read More »

Dear Cobham Park Church Family, Temperatures have finally cooled, but the church parking lot was a blast furnace a few weeks ago. I was therefore surprised to find cherry tomatoes ripening at the pavement’s edge. We hadn’t seen rain for weeks, and that area had been recently treated with asphalt sealant and herbicide. Vegetables can… Read More »

Dear Cobham Park Church Family, The ocean lies still as a mill pond. Not even the slightest breeze makes sails flutter. The ship and her crew are helplessly stranded. There is no refuge from the stifling heat. Freshwater supplies are dwindling—along with hope. Becalmed sailors can only wait and pray for wind… All in a… Read More »

Dear Cobham Park Church Family, After last month’s Tuesday revival service, our guest preacher and I finally pulled into my driveway around 10 p.m. As we walked toward my front door, the humid night was instantly illuminated from above. Spasmodic lightning strobes lit various regions of an immense cloud bank in the distance. Every silent… Read More »

Dear Cobham Park Church Family, As I write to you in my study, roofers are still going full steam somewhere over my head. I hear loud thuds, heavy dragging, scraping, pounding, the rap-tap-tap-tap of semi-automatic nail gunfire, and Mariachi music. These guys are definitely professionals. They showed up in the church parking lot early Monday… Read More »

Dear Cobham Park Church Family, As a boy, I remember carrying our sailboat’s anchor with its heavy chain draped over my shoulder. The rusty links rattle as my brother and I together heave the anchor into the choppy water. Clink-clink-clink…PLOSH! As the anchor quickly sinks out of view, we feed it armfuls of line. Far… Read More »

Dear Cobham Park Church Family, I grew up with a mother, and I’m currently married to one. I’ve also counted many mothers as friends. I’ve often observed, studied, and pondered various aspects of motherhood. But does all this experience make me a motherhood expert? Nope—not without personally conceiving, carrying, delivering, and caring for a new… Read More »

Dear Cobham Park Church Family, Yes, I tend to overthink things—even with God. Instead of confidently diving into my life with Jesus each day, I often hesitate as I try to understand everything ahead of time. Rather than simply walking in faith, I’m easily detoured into the endless search for more evidence of God’s presence… Read More »

Dear Cobham Park Church Family, Every day, I notice new litter in my yard by Richmond Road. As I enter or exit my driveway, I therefore pause to park my truck, hop out, and pick up discarded bottles, cans, food wrappers, lottery tickets, construction debris, and other trash. Every. Single. Day. I know that I’m… Read More »

“Beloved, let us love one another, for love is from God…” —I John 4:7a (ESV) Dear Cobham Park Church Family, Many people find art galleries boring, but I enjoy meandering through roomfuls of paintings. I’ll often stop to study and appreciate a picture, and my imagination takes me into the mood and details of its… Read More »