Grace for the road


“Right. So let me get this straight. There are actual people called Bubba. And that’s their name.” “Yep.” “And I can meet one?” “Shouldn’t be a problem. They’re everywhere. Even my grandmother’s name was Bubba.” The conversation was loud as it rolled around in my head the Saturday of Easter weekend, bumping up against conversations about rodeos. Corn dogs. Alabama’s beaches. And thoughts about a plane from London Heathrow that landed in… Read More

My friend Clare had a vision she was going to die young. Three weeks ago, she went suddenly to be with Jesus. It was time to face it. I was standing on the High Street of my former hometown in England, breath freezing in the afternoon sun. I pushed the door and went in. They’ve turned my Starbucks into a Paperchase. I do not approve. But I’m finding it hard to be… Read More

“You’re in good company if you’ve struggled with that.” I lay in the Papasan chair on the screened back porch. The breeze blew and stirred up the leaves on the ground outside. Seventy degrees in December. I’m not in England anymore. I looked up at the stark blue sky. I used to watch planes crisscross the cloudy sky outside my window every minute or two when I lived on the Gatwick Airport… Read More

If you look at Cuba from the outside, you can hardly see the church. David Platt went looking for it. “I met a guy who had a house church, and that church had planted 60 other churches,” he said. And some of those churches had planted dozens of other churches themselves. They don’t have buildings. They meet in houses. And the multiplication is insane. David asked them how they do it, and… Read More