matt tullos: writer
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
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 […]
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,
[blockquote align=”left” variation=”orange”]The fuel of desperation compels us to open up our closets, or treasures, our secret wounds, our addictions because pride is no longer an option for us.[/blockquote]
There once was a church upon a hill where everything was fine until the paint inside was getting old and peeling in some spots, I’m told. The pastor called a business meeting. And after the preliminary meeting, The deacons cried, “Come one! Come all! What color should we paint each wall?” They gathered in the […]
If you’re baffled by my list, you should see God’s. If you’ve ever been picked last at a ball game, passed over for a promotion, or rejected, you’re thankful for a God who equates elitism with immorality. You thank God for His list. (Hey, I’m even on it!)