matt tullos: writer
It was a dark and stormy night, as they say, when I arrived somewhere between sleep and fairy land. I finally got my chance to sit down with Gilbert. Today, he’s 152 years old and he doesn’t look half bad. In fact I think he may have lost a few pounds since I last saw […]
There’s something in the core of most of us: a need to figure out who caused the mess. 👉Listen to the episode We start early. A broken vase, a quick denial—“It wasn’t me.”And as we grow older, we just get more sophisticated with it. We blame systems.We blame people.We blame entire groups we’ve never met. […]
On a Sunday morning in my small church, I walked into the worship center, and the youth minister pulled me aside and said, “Pastor Bob had a little emergency with his mom and dad in Toledo. He flew out last night, and he asked me to preach, but it’s been a crazy week and I’m […]
If there is one axiom I come back to more than any other—one I find myself saying out loud when things start to tilt—it’s this: Jesus is with me. Not it’s not over.Not if I die, I die. Those are good words. They’ve got grit in them. But this one goes deeper. This one holds. Click to […]
For forty years, I’ve been collecting scattered moments — in hospital rooms and sanctuaries, in seasons of grief and flashes of unexpected joy. Places where grace showed up quietly and changed everything. I’ve always believed that faith grows best not in comfort, but in the unexpected classrooms of suffering. And I’ve wanted to find a […]
Four Lessons for the Depressed from 1 Kings 19 Early in my ministry, I was serving as a youth pastor in Amarillo, Texas when I walked straight into a deep chasm of spiritual warfare. It was born out of too many promises, too many personal expectations, and a growing pile of disappointments. In the midst […]
Coldplay’s haunting anthem Viva La Vida tells the story of a king who has lost everything—once commanding armies and ruling cities, now reduced to sweeping the very streets he used to own. It’s a portrait of reversal, of glory turned to ash, of a crown that couldn’t save him. When I hear that song, I think of […]
When I was 3, I had an X-15. Picture a small trike with more noise than brakes — and a whole lot of reckless joy. I loved racing down hills on that thing — the wind in my face, the rattling wheels, the rush of freedom. But I had one problem: I didn’t trust the […]
After heart of Redford’s passing, my mind wandered back to my sophomore year at Louisiana College, when I stepped into a darkened theater at the Alexandria Mall to watch “The Natural.” With just a couple of teenage months to spare I was captivated by what seemed like a simple story about baseball and second chances. […]
Grace slips through our fingers like water, not because it’s elusive, but because we keep clenching our fists. There’s something almost maddening about the concept of grace—how it defies every instinct we have about earning our place in this world. We live in a universe of transactions, of cause and effect, of merit and reward. […]