matt tullos: writer
“Our longing to know who we really are—which is the source of all our discontent—will never be satisfied until we confront and accept our solitude. There we discover that the truth of our belovedness is really true. Our identity rests in God’s relentless tenderness for us revealed in Jesus Christ.” Lord, I pray that you more »
I came to God with fashion sense And clothes I bought at great expense I knew the drill All things down pat. God said, I never wanted that. I huddled with my life long friends.
I have a confession to make. Love really hurts these days. It all began when my 14 year old got MMA lessons for his birthday. Often I come through the door of the house and somewhere lurking in the shadows is a 140 pound guy with the body fat of a coat hanger who will more »
My son is a church planter on Xbox. I write this and yet I don’t even know what it means. Not exactly. Evidently he’s built a church on a game map and then he invites gamers to come to the Bible Study on Xbox live. All the members keep their game weapons outside the edifice more »
As dads, we have the unique opportunity to reveal truth to our children. We get the chance to tell them how life works. These are conversations happen along the way. They are unforgettable, sometimes unpredictable and other times- just plain weird. Here’s one example: The context: Having just listened on CD to Dr. James Dobson more »
I never understood the dog. I didn’t really like the him as much as others in this house but over a period of months, I became the object of worship. He picked me out and said, “He’s mine!” This weenie dog couldn’t wait for me to sit down. He hated it when I sat in more »
Jesus creator King of every king and yet this was Mary’s boy. blood spilled grace on me and still Mary’s boy piercing your heart Mary to save me forsaking you and his kingdom for me. What a terrible loss you suffered to watch this one you feed, changed, embraced carried, protected, and nourished now condemned more »
There once was a church on a hill by the bay, with a wonderful spirit of love, you might say, till a ragged stranger came inside and rumors abounded far and wide. Some thought he came from a shelter or prison, and feared he might cause the church shame or a schism.
In the year of disappointment, loneliness, fear, In the year of confusion, desperation, and chaos,