Our son was born only a few days ago, and already I cannot possibly imagine our little family without him.

As my wife and I anticipate the birth of our son in only a few days, my thoughts have often turned to the Lord’s manifold purposes in seasons of waiting—waiting for an answer to prayer, for an open door, for healing, for relief, for employment, for retirement, for a child to come, for a child to return, and all else between.

What does it mean to be a Christian? Among other things, a Christian is quite simply a follower of Jesus Christ—one who submits to Him as Lord and Savior, who joyfully puts themselves under the yoke of obedience to Him and His word. Just as those who were subjects of Herod in the first century were called “Herodians,” those belonging to Christ were labeled as “Christians.” In Acts 11:26, we read how “in Antioch the disciples were first called Christians.” Whether the moniker

Where there are many dishes there are many mouths; many to love, serve, and provide for. And more than that, God delights to dirty those dishes day in and day out with all manner of provisions and patrons. Clean dishes are fine and well and good for decoration, but far better they be filled and dirtied with food, no matter how simple.

“You’re going to be a dad soon!” With our son’s due date swiftly approaching, I find that Elaina and I are being told more and more these days how we’re going to become parents in a few short weeks.

The story goes that a woman once approached George Whitefield after one of his sermons and said something to the tune of, “Now, I enjoy your sermons as much as the next person, but why must you always keep on saying, ‘Ye must be born again!’?” Without skipping a beat, Whitefield looked the woman in the eyes and thundered: “Because ye must be born again!”

Andy Weir gets friendship absolutely right—and it’s not because of anything remotely to do with the naturalism or evolution espoused by many characters throughout the novel. Indeed, Project Hail Mary speaks with a distinctly Christian accent on the topics of love and friendship in ways that evolutionary biology can only lisp and blabber about incomprehensibly. In a purely naturalistic worldview, no such things as love, grace, courage, or friendship exist.

Do you believe in aliens? Perhaps “believe” is too strong a word. Let’s try phrasing the question another way: Do you think that aliens exist?

This article marks my hundredth post on Iotas in Eternity. While one-hundred posts may not seem like very much when stood up against other writers whose output seems limitless, both quantitatively and qualitatively, it feels like a milestone for me all the same.

With another Easter just around the bend, there seems no better time than the present to have a much-needed—though, heretofore much-neglected—conversation about The Chosen.

The Bible is many things. It is the world’s best-selling book, year after year, with no signs of waning popularity despite what culture would have us believe; it is a historical document, chronicling the creation, rebellion, and redemption of the human race; the Bible is also a book of prophecy, outlining not only that which was, but that which will surely come to pass; and, the Bible is a love letter, penned across generations and continents to an adopted people in Christ wh

Whether I’m driving to church, work, the gym, or our weekly Bible study, the first leg of my route always remains the same.

No sooner had I learned that my wife and I were expecting a son, than did another revelation flit across my mind: “I’m having a boy... I’m having a son!—Hmm, I really need to get back into shape.

Time. Christopher Nolan’s 2010 film, Inception, much like Nolan himself, is chiefly concerned with time.

When I’m on vacation, I so often find it difficult to do that very thing for which vacation was made—rest.

True humor is from the Lord. For remember, evil cannot create anything: it only has the capacity to corrupt. And, as it is with all good things,—whether it be nature, humor, or even fat raccoons—one day the corrupting effects of sin will be done away with entirely by Christ and we shall then see and taste all good things as God originally intended them. Indeed, we as God’s people ought to daily groan inwardly for the redemption of all that which has been tarnished by the Fal

President Teddy Roosevelt once made the observation that, “Comparison is the thief of joy.” For the most part, I tend to agree with him—though, I wouldn’t have used the word comparison, but we’ll get around to all that.

Eight years ago to this very day, February the 3rd, my family said So long to the dearest man in all the world.

After from the Bible, no other book has so thoroughly shaped my soul than R.C. Sproul’s classic work, The Holiness of God.

It’s no secret that the name of God is entirely absent from the book of Esther. God is most certainly present, as He always is, but His name—the simple utterance of it—is quite noticeably missing. Again, this isn’t a secret, but it is surprising. The Bible is, after all, a Him book (it’s all about Him) and so it’s curious that God is not talked about or praised in the book of Esther as He is elsewhere in His word.

When Netflix’s hit television show Stranger Things was announced back in the fog of 2015, I was immediately intrigued to say the very least.

I’ve never been much of a ‘morning person’. My father, by contrast, most certainly was. All the years I knew him, there was never a day wherein my father so much as even slept in. Not by my recollection, at any rate.

Do you suppose even the trees grow weary because of sin? Not their sin, mind you—but ours. The Fall claimed more victims than mankind only: “For the creation waits with eager longing for the revealing of the sons of God. For the creation was subjected to futility, not willingly, but because of Him who subjected it, in hope that the creation itself will be set free from its bondage to corruption and obtain the freedom of the glory of the children of God” (Romans 8:19-21).

What thoughts come to mind when you think of the word history? Do the syllables conjure up memories of dreadfully boring school assignments and dusty books, prescribed by teachers whose minds were dustier still? Or, does a more romantic feeling overcome you? Feelings of deep mystery and high adventure; long shadows of thought cast by untold, ancient memory and the dwindling light of torches as they dance upon Roman forts and ancient pyramids. Indeed, what does history mean to