Zondervan Artisan Collection Bible Review

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Last month, I had the opportunity from Bible Gateway to receive a FREE copy of the Zondervan Artisan Collection Bible for Girls to review. These new Bibles are pretty special, and here’s why:

“Artisan Collection Bibles are beautiful inside and out. They’re the only NIV Bibles with printed hand-painted cover designs and beautiful art hidden in the page edges, paired with the exclusive Comfort Print typesetting and wide margins, inviting you to journal, reflect, take notes, and create art.” https://biblegateway.christianbook.com/page/tcg/biblegateway/bg-bibles/bg-artisan-bibles

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I requested a copy of the Girl’s Bible, and promptly delivered it to my 10-year-old niece to review. To be honest, upon initial review, I was not blown away by this Bible. The cover is gorgeous, but inside there’s are no commentary, notes, or asides for younger kids to read. Therefore, there’s no real guidance for them as they read the Scriptures. I prefer Bibles for kids that have age-appropriate explanations of Scripture, because I think it helps them engage.

However, there is ample room for kids to draw, doodle, or journal. And, although I was not blown away, my niece LOVED it!! She read the Easter story and the Ascension of Jesus into heaven. She doodled in the Bible after reading, and it really helped her to process what she had read. The ability to draw and doodle in the Bible made reading it a less formal experience for her. She was truly able to engage with the text and to express her interpretation of it through drawing. Here’s a sample of her work.


Honestly, as a former teacher, I’m blown away by her interaction with the text. She really engaged with the reading and came to her own understanding of it. As a parent, it’s so important to me that children come to their own conclusions and understandings of faith. This Bible is a perfect way for kids who enjoy expressing themselves through drawing or doodling to do just that. They can read the text, grapple with it, and work out their understandings of it right there on the page!

For more information about this Bible, I would encourage you to read through the interview with mixed-media artist Olivia Joy, one of the artists who worked on these Bibles.


Finally, here’s a note from the publisher:

“Our Artisan Bibles have inspired thousands of readers to see the beauty in God’s Word. These new editions in our second iteration will do the same, and in a unique way because of the one-of-a-kind art technique that Michigan artist Olivia Joy uses,” says Melinda Bouma, vice president and publisher of Zondervan Bibles. “And we’re thrilled to expand this beautiful line of Bibles into the NRSV translation, providing NRSV readers with beautiful Bibles in their translation of choice.”

If you’d like to purchase a Zondervan Artisan Collection Bible from Zondervan, use the links below. This is a great addition for both kids and adults to deepen their understanding of God’s Word.

Bible Gateway


Blessings and Peace,






Confession 451:Searching for Unicorns and Discovering Deer

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Last week ended with a bang…and not the good kind. Suffice it to say, the economic consequences of a global pandemic have trickled down to my educational publishing company, and the team of nine I previously worked on became a team of one. My editor sent me the following note before clocking out for an extended leave of absence:

Let me know if you hear of an amazing editorial position that opens up. You’re more likely to see a herd of unicorns, though.

I laughed, then told her I would be keeping an eye out for rainbows. Inside, though, my heart was breaking. It’s not fair that these wonderful, gifted women I work with are being put in this position. It’s not fair that people throughout the world are suddenly unemployed and facing economic ruin. It’s not fair that health care providers are being put in the position where they have to put themselves at risk in order to save others. It’s not fair that governments cannot get it together enough to send immediate aid to those who need it most. It’s not fair that people are being sickened by the millions and dying by the thousands.

Feeling overwhelmed with anxiety and grief, I did the only thing I could. I went with my husband for a long walk. As my feet slapped the asphalt, I envisioned myself pounding out the fears and frustrations that were piled up within me. With each breath, I released a little more of the anxiety coursing through my veins. My thoughts slowed, and I was left with the blissful sounds of spring birds calling, distant construction equipment humming, and my husband and I breathing in harmony. It was in this quiet space that I saw it…a lone deer standing alert beside the path. It had emerged silently from the woods, and was waiting, still as stone, to see if it was safe to cross over. My husband and I slowed, giving the deer space as it sized up our threat level. Then, with a swiftness and grace only deer can muster, it sprung across the path and cantered into an adjoining field. Three other deer followed in quick succession. Just when we thought the path was clear, a young fawn clattered from the woods and bolted across the path to join its family.

A herd of deer.

Crazy as it might seem, I felt like God was sending a very clear message in that moment. While it wasn’t a herd of unicorns, it was a promise. God is here. God is working. God will prevail.

Psalm 42 begins with a deer. As the deer thirsts for water, so the psalmist thirst for God. The psalmist is in despair, his “whole being depressed.” He is walking around filled with sorrow, to the point that he says that his bones are crushed. His enemies have him surrounded, and he will surely fall victim to their onslaught. The psalmist is begging God to make himself known…to come to the aid of those who love him. Sound familiar?

I don’t know about you, but my prayers have been pretty desperate lately. At one point this week, I found myself walking through my living room with my arms outstretched calling out “Hosanna! Hosanna!”, and it wasn’t even Palm Sunday. The word hosanna translates to save now…and that has been my prayer for all of humanity. God, save us now.

I’ve been praying for a herd of unicorns….for God’s miraculous power to burst forth in a shower of rainbow-colored confetti and to cover the entire Earth. And, while God is perfectly capable of doing just that–rainbow-colored confetti and all–it’s not really his M.O. There is a natural order to the world. It is an order that God designed from the beginning, and it is in this natural order that God is working. God sent the deer to remind me, to remind us, that he is still here working. In seeing the deer, I remembered God’s goodness and love, and my soul was lifted.

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I cannot promise that there won’t be dark days ahead. All of science seems to tell us that the worst is still to come. But in those moments of despair, when anxiety threatens to tear us apart from the inside out, remember the deer. Remember that God is working for us. Remember that God is still fighting for us. Remember that we, like the psalmist, will again give him thanks.

So, today, keep looking for that herd of unicorns…but be sure to give God thanks when he sends you a herd of deer instead.

Blessings and Peace,


Confession 450: Taking the Long Way Round

Memories, even your most precious ones, fade surprisingly quickly. But I don’t go along with that. The memories I value most, I don’t ever see them fading.

Growing up, our family enjoyed taking long drives through the countryside. Sounds strange, I know, but when you’re poor and have basic cable, it’s either that or C-Span most Saturday afternoons. We drove to see the buds bursting forth in their flowery glory each spring. We drove to experience the wonder of the phoenix song that is fall in the Midwest, as the leaves burst into fiery shades of color before falling from the trees. We drove to see the water pour forth from Truman Dam, as the Corps of Engineers opened the floodgates after summer rains. One winter, as we were driving home from my grandparent’s house in the Ozark, we saw the after-effects of an ice storm, and I marveled at the crystalline world outside.

Our long drives were not relegated just to weekend entertainment. My parents worked hard to avoid the major highways and Interstates on any road trip. “You don’t see anything on the Interstate!” was the refrain I heard time and time again. And so, we drove through the countryside on two-lane state highways and out-of-the-way county roads, stopping at every roadside attraction and mom and pop gas station along the way. While the teenage me would roll my eyes every time my dad pointed out some long-forgotten obscure Civil War signpost, the adult me understands that my being took shape along the curves and hills of those two-lane roads.

My dad was a storyteller. And, as we drove miles and miles to see trees bud or sample cheese curds at Osceola Cheese, he shared stories with us about his childhood. He weaved these epic tales about mischief he and his friends got into, about Sunday dinners at his Grandma Polly’s, family camping trips on the James River, long summer days spent on his Uncle Paul’s farm. There were stories about growing up in Kansas City…buying chips out of the back door of Bryant’s barbecue, watching a baseball game at Municipal Stadium, working at his parent’s diner, playing baseball for East High School. On those drives, I learned who I was, where I had come from, and the spirit of all of the people who lived within me.

We talked about other things too, faith, politics, dreams and goals. The time in the car opened up something between us. Our drives were a sacred space in which we laughed, teased, debated, and even argued our way through a myriad of topics. There was freedom as we drove, freedom to just be. I remember one summer drive down a two-lane country highway in the Ozarks, windows down, my dad’s favorite Janis Joplin tape blaring from the cassette player, the station wagon winding its way to my grandparent’s house while we sang “Me and Bobby McGee” over and over again.

My friends, I think we’re taking the long way round right now. Like the people in Isaiah, we are blind and walking down a road we don’t know. Our lives have diminished to this one time, this one place. We can’t think about tomorrow, because tomorrow seems too unreal. We’re at the start of a tall incline–in the middle of a sharp curve. But, as I learned from our family drives, there is so much to be gained from taking the long way. If we commit, truly commit, to this road we are on right now, what might we learn? What insights about ourselves might we come to? What new understandings of God might we experience? How might God work within us to bring us closer to him, and to help us become more the person he designed us to be and less who we think we should be? How might our families and communities be changed if we embrace this road God is leading us down…if we allow him to direct us each day to the work he wants us to do?

The world is living in darkness now, but God will bring it light. And we have a part to play in that process. We are the light-bringers! We are a lamp that is lit with the love and grace of Jesus Christ. His Spirit works within us to keep our light burning, even in the darkness. It’s our job during this time of fear and tragedy to shine on! But, we can’t do that if we’re not connected to the source of our light. Now, more than ever, we need to connect to God through Scripture, through prayer, through individual and corporate (online) worship. We need to give God the wheel as we drive along this road, and we need to listen to Him as he tells us who we are, where we came from, and what plans he has for our future. Because there is a future, both here on Earth and in Gods’s great Kingdom. Like all roads, there is a destination to which we are headed. We’ll get there, but let’s commit to showing up better than we were before.

This week, let’s commit to taking the long way round. Let’s embrace the journey, and open ourselves to listening for God’s direction. Here’s a final verse to take with you today. As always…I pray for you blessings and peace.


We are experiencing all kinds of trouble, but we aren’t crushed. We are confused, but we aren’t depressed. 9 We are harassed, but we aren’t abandoned. We are knocked down, but we aren’t knocked out.-2

Confession 459: Deny Fear

After calling the crowd together with his disciples, Jesus said to them, “All who want to come after me must say no to themselves, take up their cross, and follow me.

I have to be completely honest with you this morning…I’ve been a little freaked out this week. As someone who struggles with anxiety anyway, the global corona-mania has left me feeling more than a little on-edge. It’s like I wake up each morning already having had three cups of coffee. I can’t focus, I can’t settle. I just keep waiting for more bad news. I don’t know if I’m over-reacting, under-reacting, or just reacting. The problem is that there are just so many mixed messages. I’m not a virologist or epidemiologist or any sort of ologist for that matter, but I do believe in seeking out facts and know these things:

  • most of us will get the virus at some point in the next couple of years
  • over 80% of those who have coronavirus will be fine
  • the elderly and those with pre-existing conditions are most vulnerable
  • the extreme measures that are being taken by government officials are precautionary
  • no one needs to stock up on toilet paper (seriously…put the tp back…it’s not the stomach flu and this is no time to tp your neighbor’s house)

And yet, despite having these facts firmly established in my pre-frontal cortex, my limbic system is a hot mess! Disney World closed for crying out loud….surely this is a sign of the apocalypse, right?!

Interestingly enough, Scripture says not. As I was reading through my Lenten study of Mark this morning, the Spirit passed along a message that I very much needed to hear. In Mark 8, Jesus is traveling around Judea with his disciples. He’s already fed two crowds of people with just a bit of bread and fish. He’s also healed several people and brought a young girl back from the dead. Jesus finally decides that it’s time to be brutally honest with his disciples about his divine mission to save the world. It does not go well….Peter, ever the impulsive one, rebukes Jesus for saying that he will suffer and die. This is not the way to lead a grass roots movement. Jesus tells Peter, “You do not have in mind the concerns of God, but merely human concerns.” (Mark 8:33)

But, that’s not all. Jesus then turns to his entire posse and call Peter out. “Look,” Jesus says. “Do you really want to follow me? Well, guess what? It’s not about you! Those who truly seek to follow me must deny themselves…” When we hear Jesus’ words about self-denial, we often think of the material. We think Jesus wants us to only relinquish our physical comforts and securities in order to focus on the Gospel. Give up materialism and take on generosity. However, as I was reading this passage this morning, I had an epiphany. What if Jesus isn’t just talking about the physical here? What if he’s telling us that in order to follow him, we need to deny our most primal emotions, too? To follow Jesus, we need to deny our fear.

Fear is a primal emotion. It is absolutely necessary to our survival. If we didn’t fear, we’d never make it past the age of two. However, fear is an emotion that is usually self-focused. Fear keeps us from seeing and responding to the needs of others because we are focused on self-preservation. This type of thinking is completely counter to what Jesus lived and preached. Jesus knew the horrors he would face under trial, imprisonment, and execution. He agonized over it in the garden the night of his arrest. And yet, Jesus denied his fear and went to meet his captors anyway…because the world needed his saving grace.

The book of Mark tells us that when Jesus looked out at all of the hungry people following him, he had compassion on them. This then, I think, is how we are to respond to a world in need. When we look around and see people who are sick, or hungry, or frightened, we must have compassion and not fear. We must ask God to enable us through the Holy Spirit to deny our fear in this time of uncertainty and to give us a spirit of compassion so that we might share God’s love through this crisis. Here are some practical steps I think that we Jesus folk can take during the course of this pandemic.

  1. Don’t spread fear. Stick to the facts. Be cautious, but not fearful. Get information from the WHO or CDC, not Facebook or Twitter.
  2. Seek out the most vulnerable citizens in your community and determine now how you might help them through this pandemic. If it’s your neighbors, make it a point to check in with them. Talk to you pastor about ways your church might work to ensure the most vulnerable in the community are cared for. This might involve starting a calling tree to check in on older church members or those with other health conditions. You could also arrange meal or grocery deliveries for those who are being encouraged to avoid large public gatherings. While you’re at it, take a few rolls of that toilet paper you’ve got piled in your closet over to a neighbor. Seriously friends, we really need to stop stocking up on toilet paper.
  3. Make a plan to provide assistance to families in need. School are closing across the nation. This means that many parents will be struggling to find childcare. It also means that thousands of children who depend on school breakfasts and lunches will be left hungry. How can you meet the needs of these families and individuals? Consider partnering with community organization to provide meal deliveries to families with children who depend on free or reduced lunches. If you’re comfortable with the idea, consider offering a neighbor in need of childcare some free babysitting during working hours.
  4. Support healthcare workers and first responders. If they’re not already, healthcare workers are going to be bearing most of the burden for this crisis. Consider ways you might show your support to those workers. Work with friends, community groups, and churches to assess the needs of healthcare workers and first responders. Then, work together to try and meet those needs. Don’t go to the ER right now unless it is truly an emergency. And, be thoughtful about going to the doctor. It’s not okay to overwhelm them by freaking out over a runny nose.
  5. Listen to officials and follow their directives. Politics aside, most local health departments and CDC officials know what they’re doing. So, listen to them and follow their instructions. While practicing social distancing might seem a bit over-the-top, consider the ripple effects of our actions. Social distancing is put into place to protect vulnerable populations. Remember, we’re focusing on compassion for others.

Like all alarming events, this too shall pass. Because we’re humans and just can’t seem to create God’s kingdom here on earth, there will be another crisis down the road. Whatever the future brings, I pray we will meet it with compassion.

I have compassion for these people

Blessings and Peace



Confession 458: If You’re Happy and You Know It…

What a beautiful sight! On the mountains a messenger announces to Jerusalem, “Good news! You’re saved. There will be peace.

“You’re going to complain tomorrow about it being dark again in the morning.” This was my husband yesterday at church, just after he told me about the beautiful moonscape he had seen driving to church after Daylight Savings Time began.

“No, I’m not, “I countered. “I’ve already committed to having a positive attitude tomorrow morning.” Truth be told, I’d already complained about the fact that it would be dark again on my daily walk to the bus stop at 6:40 A.M with our eldest. And, as I groaned to my eleven-year-old who was sitting in the backseat and would be completely unaffected by this change in sunlight circumstances, I realized that I was setting a truly terrible example. My son did not hesitate to point that out, by the way. It seems that no one in our house is afraid of sharing opinions…

Complaining is a habit it is all too easy to acquire. When you look around at the world, there’s a lot about which we might complain. But, what if our complaining actually cheapens the gospel message?

This past week, my women’s Bible study group began a video study by Beth Moore entitled Taking Happy Back. It’s a free study on her YouTube channel, and you can find it here. The essential takeaway from this study is that we’re called to be a people of Good News. And yet, as a people, we seem devoted to living in a state of misery. How can we share good news from a place of misery? How can we make new disciples of Christ if our lives do not mirror the words of hope and peace that we proclaim? We can’t…and there’s the problem. We cannot share the good news of Christ with others from a place of misery. 

Sit on that statement for a minute, because this really convicted me on a lot of different levels.

We cannot share the good news of Christ with others from a place of misery.

In Isaiah 52, the prophet notes that the feet of the one brining good news are beautiful. This is because the one bringing the good news isn’t just telling people about the good news, he or she is showing, by example, what that good news looks like. The beautiful-footed messenger is physically carrying the good news of God’s salvation to those who desperately need to hear it.

In the New Testament, Jesus becomes the embodiment of this good news carrier. Jesus doesn’t just tell people about God’s love and salvation, he shows them. He walks throughout the countryside healing the sick, feeding the hungry, and even raising the dead. He is questioned. He is challenged. He is threatened. And yet, his message remains one of hope…a message of good news in both word and deed. Jesus doesn’t sit down with the disciples and complain about how challenging ministry is. He doesn’t gossip over dinner about which disciples are not pulling their weight. He doesn’t brood over the wrongs others have inflicted on him. He just keeps teaching and loving.

Jesus’s message of good news thrived because he lived it out. And my friends, I’m not sure we’re doing the same. I’m not sure we, as Jesus followers, are intentionally seeking to live an a way that is counter to what we see in our culture. We’re mean to each other, often using social media as a tool to divide rather than unite. We live in a state of entitlement, thinking that life owes us something because we work hard or push through. We judge others because it makes us feel better about ourselves, because it’s so much easier to find fault in someone else rather than ourselves. And, we are taught from an early age that any problem can be solved if you just consume more.

If we live according to the rules and mores of our culture, then we cannot effectively share the good news as Jesus taught us to do. It’s not believable. How can we talk about the great hope of Christ in one breath, then complain about the state of our world in the next? How can we speak a message of forgiveness while we hold grudges toward those who have hurt us? How can we teach others about God’s love while we tear others down for thinking differently than we do?

We cannot share the good news of Christ with others from a state of misery.

So, how do we engage the good news in a culture that seems to grow more miserable by the minute? The gospel of Mark offers us this piece of advice:

“Now is the time! Here comes God’s kingdom! Change your hearts and lives, and trust this good news!”

Change your hearts and lives, and trust this good news!

If we truly want to live into our calling as disciples of Christ, then we must commit to change. We must willingly undergo a change of heart that then is evidenced through our actions. This means choosing joy over discouragement. It means choosing forgiveness over anger. It means choosing to see someone through the eyes of love rather than a seat of judgement. It means choosing to turn our focus from the negative to the positive.

This doesn’t mean we need to be stupidly happy. Ecclesiastes reminds us that there is a time for all circumstances, including a time to mourn, a time to be angry, and a time There’s also a time to genuinely worry and be concerned about situations. However, in the midst of our challenging circumstances, we must also be committed to trust. We must acknowledge our fears, our grief, our anger and give them to God, trusting his good news!

In this second week of Lent, I would challenge each of us to consider whether or not our lives truly reflect the good news of Christ. If not, what changes can we make to be a better witness? The world is in desperate need of a savior…and we have one in Jesus Christ.

Blessings and Peace,


Confession 457: Set Your Mind

many live as enemies of the cross of Christ. Their destiny is destruction, their god is their stomach, and their glory is in their shame. Their mind is set on earthly things.

Admittedly, this Scripture is an odd lead for a Monday morning. And yet, as I sip on my decadently creamy pour-over coffee made with freshly ground beans, I can’t help but think it might just be a little appropriate. The season of Lent is upon us, and for many, this involves rethinking some everyday practices and lifestyle choices. The goal of Lent, of course, is to engage in disciplines that will help us grow closer to Christ. It is a period of intentional diminishment, where we seek to identify and change those behaviors and attitudes that keep us from fully living into the person God created us to be. Lent is about demoing the house, assessing the foundation, and renovating from the inside out.

However, as with New Year’s resolutions, many of us struggle to fully commit to the process of Lenten renewal. We have great intentions, but the intentional practice of faith development gets superseded by life’s demands, our own personal issues, and a lack of desire to truly change. Like the believers Paul writes to, our minds get set on earthly things.

This weekend, after obsessively following coverage of the coronavirus all week, I felt an intense need to go to the grocery store to “stock up” on items. I elbowed my way through the melee that is suburban grocery shopping on a weekend then stopped in the near-empty condiments aisle to consider what I needed to stock up on. Do you know what came to mind? NOTHING! Truth be told, we always have a supply of beans in our pantry, our medicine cabinet has a plethora of cold and flu supplies, and a previous bout of the stomach but meant we still had plenty of disinfectant on hand. I needed nothing…and yet, because I had allowed my anxiety to take control, I was trapped in the midst of grocery store chaos instead of enjoying the beautiful sunny weather outside. I missed an opportunity to spend some time relishing the glory of our Creator God because I set my mind on my anxiety, and not God’s goodness. I’m not diminishing situations in our world about which we should truly be concerned. I am, however, suggesting that setting our mind on these issues without first giving them over to God can cause us to dwell in fear and worry instead of in the peace God provides.

Paul goes on to write to the Philippians that, instead of setting their minds on earthly things, they should set their minds on what is:

  • pure
  • just
  • holy
  • true
  • praiseworthy
  • lovely
  • excellent
  • admirable

And do you know who embodies all of these characteristics? Jesus, of course! Therefore, our minds should not be set on earthly things, but on Jesus Christ, the author and perfecter of our faith. When we set our minds on Jesus, we have a different focus and perspective with which we can engage the world. Peter puts it best when he writes:


When we set our minds on Jesus, we are ready for action. We can think clearly about the situations and circumstances life throws our way. And, we can hope…completely hope….in Jesus’s grace.

As you begin your journey of diminishment this Lenten season, I want to ask you this question…

Where is your mind set?

Blessings and Peace,


Confession 456: Taking Out the Trash


The other day, I threw a fit. I’m talking feet stomping, doors slamming, voice shouting fit. What would cause a fairly reasonable forty-something woman to engage in such childish behavior? Trash. More specifically, a trash bag ripped in half.

You see, my husband and I have a game we like to play. It’s loosely called, “Who Can Shove The Most Trash Into the Trash Bag Without Emptying the Can?” For two days, the trash bag inserted into the kitchen trash can had been at max capacity. And yet, each morning, I shoved day-old coffee grounds and paper towels deeper into the bag. My husband and our two boys did the same, until things came to a head late one afternoon.  The bag was ready to burst. Try as I might, I just could not shove one more piece of garbage into the can. Sighing, I began the arduous process of removing the bag from the can–pulling and pushing to get the overstuffed bag past the bars that are designed to hold it in place. However, the bag was literally full to bursting, and burst it did.

Prior to the burst, I had called my 11-year old into the kitchen to help. Instead of getting to help, as the bag tore apart in my clenched fists, my son was treated to the rip-roaring raging wrath of a mother who had let anger get the better of her. In the midst of his mama’s stomps, shouts, and kicks to the trash can, he humbly apologized for the bag catastrophe.

“Oh, no!” I yelled, slinging coffee grounds around the kitchen. “It’s not YOUR fault. It’s your father’s!” I grabbed my cell phone to call my husband and let him have it. Never mind that he was on a pastoral visit. This was all his fault, and he needed to know.

Fortunately, the Holy Spirit intervened as my thumb swiped across my screen to unlock the phone.

What are you doing? it gently asked. You’re making a fool of yourself in front of your son over a trash bag. You’re being dumb.

In that moment, I considered my anger. I dug deep to see if it was righteously placed. And guess what? It wasn’t. The full to bursting trash bag was as much my fault as anyone else’s. And I was setting a terrible example for my son. The truth is, I have a great husband. Is he perfect? Of course not, he’s human. But, he is perfect for me. He cooks. He cleans the kitchen. He talks to me about decisions. He talks to me–period. He lets me do whatever I want with generally very little fuss. He encourages my work, is my number one fan, and doesn’t get too upset when I make a mess of things and he has to fix it. He’s also a loving father and helps the kids with their math homework. Really, what more could you ask for in a partner?

There’s a reason that Scripture cautions us about anger. As Jame says, an angry person doesn’t produce God’s righteousness. Anger is an all-consuming fire. It burns through our souls and spreads to those around us. Anger destroys. It destroys our spirits. It destroys our relationships. It destroys our ability to problem-solve. It destroys our peace. Read what what the psalmist says about anger:


Anger only leads to evil. Think about that for minute. Anger is a powerful emotion rooted in self-centeredness. It is a dam of self-entitlement that breaks open and drowns us in bitterness, envy, and hate. Anger consumes our reason and suffocates our ability to love, thus leading us into careless words and actions that seek to harm others. We justify our anger by placing the blame for situations that cause anger on others–making ourselves victims in the process. It’s easier to blame someone else than to take responsibility for our own culpability. However, this need for justification and descent into anger is contrary to Jesus’s teachings. Jesus cautioned against anger, focusing instead on the power of love. Where anger destroys, love builds. Where anger suffocates, love gives breath. Where anger burns, love quenches. Love is the ultimate power for good in a world that seems bent on hate.

That is not to say that there is no room for righteous anger. Jesus, himself, showed a righteous anger when he cleared the money changers from the Temple. However, righteous anger is outwardly focused. It is not based on the self, but a response to the oppression and injustice worldly powers inflict on others. Righteous anger is based in love, and an understanding that God designed the world to operate in a different way than what it currently does. Righteous anger leads to positive change. Selfish anger leads only to destruction.

This week, consider the things that make you angry. What is fueling your anger? Give your anger to God, and ask him to replace it with his love.

Blessings and Peace,


Confession 455: A Change of Heart

Anyone who belongs to Christ is a new person. The past is forgotten, and everything is new.

The other day, my 13-year old posed this philosophical question while we were driving:

Suppose you have an axe. You change the blade twice, and the handle three times. Is it still the same axe?

I thought about it for a bit…

Because the axe is not a sentient being, I argued, it is not the same axe. There is no life-force within the axe that would remain once its parts are replaced. However, I continued, the same is not true for humans, as we have an essence of life within us that cannot be changed. You can replace some parts of a human, like a knee, or hairstyle, but the essence of the person remains.

My son, not one to linger too long in the philosophical depths, quickly returned to his favorite topic–Baby Yoda. But I, having the nature of one who stews, continued to think on the issue. Something was nagging at me…I thought about people suffering from debilitating mental diseases, like Alzheimer’s and dementia. Are they the same people they were before the illness struck? In my experiences, the answer is both yes and no.

But, there’s something else that is troubling me about my response to my son’s query; because, at the heart of the question lies the fundamental belief in whether or not people can truly change. As a Jesus follower, I’m supposed to believe that people can change. As someone who has always been prone to optimism and idealism, I’m supposed to champion the belief that people can become better than what they were when they first started out. However…I’m not sure that my responses to others truly reflect this belief in the power of changed life.

Too often, I judge others based on past experiences. It’s the basic survivalist instinct we’re all born with. Our brains are hardwired to seek and respond to patterns. So, if someone has been hurtful to us in the past, our human instinct tells us that they will likely hurt us again in the future.

Jesus’ entire ministry, however, completely rejects this fundamental operating principle. Jesus changed lives everywhere he went. There’s a whole list of people in the New Testament who were never the same once Jesus got ahold of them.

Peter, the impulsive young man who betrayed Jesus three times  became the rock on which the church was established.

Paul, the egotistical and hypocritical religious leader who was intent on wiping out the early believers became one of the most outspoken proponents of the Gospel message.

Nicodemus, a wealthy  Pharisee who went to Jesus in the dark of night later gave Jesus his own tomb for burial.

Zacchaeus, the tax collector who was likely a crook met Jesus one day and decided to repay everyone he’d ever cheated in order to follow Jesus.

The list goes on and on and on….people who change because of the message of Jesus Christ and the imprint God makes on each of their souls.

I, too, am a continual work in transformation, as God leads me to be kinder, more accepting, more grace-filled, and to serve others more than myself.

So, with so much overwhelming evidence to the potential of people to change, why do I stubbornly persist in refusing to believe that others change, too? Why do I cling to the idea that people are what they always have been, and will continue to be that way? Honestly, the answer is probably because it’s easier. It’s easier to believe that people are what they have always been then to admit that people change. This is because change is frightening. Change messes up those patterns our brains depend on to make meaning in this world. If we accept the idea that people change, then we have to reject the idea of stasis, of permanence, of solid foundations. We must admit that, perhaps, we don’t know everything, and that there are other truths beyond the ones we stubbornly cling to in order to make sense of this crazy world. We like the known, the absolute. It’s comforting…but that kind of comfort leads to closed-mindedness. And Jesus was about opening minds, not closing them.

I’m not the same person I was 5, 10, 15, even 20 years before. God and I have been working hard on a lot of different aspects of my being to try and make me better than I was before. I’m guessing the same can be said for each of you. So, this week, let’s embrace the idea that people can change. And let’s praise God for the work he’s doing in our lives to continue to make us more like him.

Blessings and Peace,


The ESV Jesus Bible: A Review

A couple of weeks ago, I had the honor of receiving a review copy of the ESV Jesus Bible for FREE from Bible Gateway. As part of Bible Gateway’s Blogger Grid, I sometimes get to participate in reviews of new products. Being a total Bible nerd, I jumped on this opportunity!!

As a reminder, I received this Bible for FREE, and all opinions of its contents are most definitely my own.

Jesus Bible

The name of this Bible says it all: its entire focus is on Jesus. The tag line reads:

sixty-six books.

one story.

all about

one name.

To that end, the editors have included contributions from renowned theologians and Bible scholars, including Louie Giglio, Max Lucado, John Piper, Ravi Zacharias, and Randy Alcorn. These contributions are:

  • short feature articles
  • side notes
  • historical and thematic explanations of each book
  • generous concordance for reference

Take a peek…

The biggest draw of this Bible, however, is that it is an artist’s Bible. The pages leave room for you to engage with Scripture through drawing, painting, journaling, etc. You can use the space to visualize and bring the word of God to life, capturing the ways in which God is teaching and leading you in your study.


Pages like this allow give you space and freedom to communicate with God the Creator by creating spiritual works of your own–a wonderful resource for those of you who love Bible journaling!!


I like that the focus is on Jesus, and the articles and commentaries allow the reader to further immerse themselves into the story of Christ. The contributors offer devotional-style words of wisdom and encouragement that are applicable in real-life situations. The Jesus Bible is a beautiful gift for those who want to dig deep into the life and teachings of Christ, and who love to express their spirituality through artistic interpretation or meditative writing.

In other words, this is a great Christmas gift for artsy friends and family!!

As with the Life Application Bible, the only drawback I have with this Bible is the lack of female voice among the contributors and developers. There are SO MANY amazing women who are teaching, leading, and delving deep into Scripture that I feel it is wrong to leave their voices out.

The Jesus Bible can be found wherever Bibles are sold. You can also find the link to it here, at Bible Gateway.

Finally, here’s a note from the publisher about the Bible:

Encounter the living Jesus in all of Scripture. From the Passion Movement, The Jesus Bible, ESV Edition, with exclusive articles from Louie Giglio, Max Lucado, John Piper, Ravi Zacharias, and Randy Alcorn, lifts Jesus up as the lead story of the Bible.

Profound yet accessible study features help you meet Jesus throughout Scripture. See him in every book so that you may know him more intimately, love him more passionately, and walk with him more faithfully.


  • Introduction by Louie Giglio
  • 66 book introductions highlight the story of Jesus in every book
  • Seven compelling essays on the grand narrative of Scripture by Louie Giglio, Max Lucado, John Piper, Ravi Zacharias, and Randy Alcorn guide you to treasure Jesus and encourage you to faithfully follow him as you participate in his story
  • Over 300 full-page articles and nearly 700 sidebar articles reveal Jesus throughout all of Scripture
  • Complete English Standard Version (ESV) text of the Bible
  • A beautiful special edition featuring the art of Atlanta-based artist Britt Bass
  • Room for notes and journaling throughout
  • ESV concordance
  • Two ribbon markers

Blessings and Peace,


Confession 454: A Courageous Heart

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On Veteran’s Day, I often find my thoughts circling back to my grandfather. My grandfather was a WWII veteran, a private in the 9th Army. He trained with horses in the deserts of Nevada, but was sent to France in the second wave of the invasion. Although he served for just a little over a year, those months battling through Europe left a defining imprint on his life. He and I talked endlessly of his experiences during WWII. I was fascinated at all he had seen and done. Of course, there were stories he wouldn’t share–couldn’t share, even after all those years. He was awarded three Bronze Stars, but never spoke of them. My dad pieced those stories together when he accompanied my grandfather to an Army reunion.

Whenever my grandfather shared his experiences during battle, it was always with a dose of self-effacing humor, maybe even indifference, about his own contributions to the war effort. To hear him tell it, the courage to continue on in the face of battle was no big deal. Like many veterans returning from active duty, he took the path of humility. You just did what you were supposed to do, and didn’t worry about the rest.

This casual courage was a hallmark of his personality for the rest of his life. Truly, the man was unflappable. He greeted problems that would send most people into a tailspin with a chuckle and shake of his head. He was always decisive, and never seemed to question a decision once it was made. What he would never say, but what I gathered over the years, was that he never really expected to come back from the war. At some point, he made his peace with the idea of his own mortality, and every day he rose from his bed he accepted as a gift.

My grandfather had a courageous heart. But the peace which gave him courage didn’t just come from a gratitude for life, it came from a deeply rooted understanding and appreciation of where that life came from. Each day, my grandfather would begin with Scripture. Each day, his Bible would be placed on his lap, pen in hand, and he would read, pray, and think. Each day, he pulled God’s promises from the page and applied them to his life.

Do you know the one command God issues over and over again in Scripture?

Do not fear.

It’s a command that echoes through both the Old and New Testaments. When the Israelites stand on the precipice before hostile nations as they journey toward the promised land, God calls, do not fear. As David is pursued by his enemies God tells him, do not fear. As Jeremiah faces exile and possible annihilation from a foreign power, God reminds him, do not fear. As the disciples cower in the hull of a wave-tossed boat Jesus speaks and says, do not fear.

And do you know why God commands generation after generation, do not fear?

It’s because he has, to quote a familiar refrain, the whole world in his hands. God created the world and all that is in it. There is no knowledge he does not possess, no problem too complex for his understanding. He knows the created, intimately. No thoughts, motives, plans, or outcomes are hidden from his sight. God is. God was. God always will be.

Therefore, how can we be overcome with fear? God is standing at our side. He goes before us and follows behind us. He walks beside us and hovers above us. God surrounds us with his presence, even when it seems as if we’re standing alone in the darkness of night. God is there.

We are called to be people of courageous hearts, not because we know life will always turn out okay, but because we know God is there through it all. Our courage, like our hope, comes from the Lord. No matter what we face, we can do so confident in the knowledge that God is by our side. Even if we fall in the midst of the battle, God is still there, carrying us home.

This week, remember: God is with you, and therefore, you are a person of courageous heart.

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Blessings and Peace,