Wolf Creek Christian Writers Network

Skiing in a blizzard on Wolf Creek Pass, in 40 inches of new snow, I skied alone — not smart. One of my pleasures up on the mountain is talking to people on the lifts. That day three young men and I shared a lift. I used my same starter question. “Where’re you from?” “Denver.” “What about you?” “Boulder.” “And you?” “Also Denver.” Curious, I asked, “How do you guys get time off during the middle of the week to come down here to ski?” One by one they gave their reasons. “I work out of my home.” …

If I pray in the morning that Rich delivers an all inspiring sermon on Sunday, that Don receive peace of mind and spirit in his lonely room at Pine Ridge, and Del's cataract on his left eye is healed, along with billions of other prayers and petitions throughout the day, how can God receive and answer all of them? As C.S. Lewis states, "Our life comes to us moment by moment. One moment disappears before the next moment comes along." We live in the past, present and future. God lives outside of t…

Most of us have seen the destruction termites can cause. They destroy homes from the foundation up as they creep into the walls and ceilings. We question how a little insect accomplsihes that level of destruction. The secret: we never see just one. There are hundreds of these little insects working together for one common goal - the destruction of the foundation. This does not occur overnight, but over a period of months and years. How many of us have asked the question, how did I get here? We a…

"A page that aches for a word that speaks on a theme that is timeless..." These words from a Neil Diamond song both attract and haunt me. As finite human beings, we think that the Creator of the universe is powerful enough to enact whatever He chooses. This is true. But there is more at work here: He chooses to accomplish his ongoing restoration and creation through us. We are his eyes and ears, hands and feet, mind and heart, his voice and presence to our human community. He chooses to limit hi…

Let me tell you my dream about "The Old Man in the Overstuffed Chair." The Old Man sat in massive chair and kept his eyes on the little boy. The child made his way forward to stand in front of the great big chair. He looked up with an earnest anticipation at the Old Man. "Can I come sit on your lap?" The Old Man stretched out his strong arms and lifted the young lad up to sit next to him. The child settled in as the large arms held him close. He called out to his dad, "Come join me, Daddy.…