The very day I became a Christian, I felt burdened to learn music. Up until that time, I never once even thought about music in any meaningful way. Music was never a part of my family, and, given my annoyance with the kinds of music my friends listened to, I believe I might have said that I...
For most of my life, this has been my definition of “camping”: To forget to bring something really important, so that I can remember all the things I can live without, so that I can be eternally grateful for the things I have. To be in complete nature, alone, away from as many...
As the hart panteth after the water brooks, so panteth my soul after thee, O God. My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God: when shall I come and appear before God? My tears have been my meat day and night, while they continually say unto me, Where is thy God? When I remember these things...
By Lee Ballard-- This week at Planted, I was asked to speak about doubt. Believe you me, while it seems to be in my nature to wrestle with my own doubts, I worry that what I think about doubt and what I have to say about doubt may not be entirely useful for other people. For about...