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book, year after year, with no signs of waning popularity despite what culture would have us believe; it is a historical document, chronicling the creation, rebellion, and redemption of the human race; the Bible is also a book of prophecy, outlining not only that which was, but that which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

Behold the mystery of mysteries as the infinite becomes infant. Marvel as God condescends to man in matchless humility; swaddling Himself not only in simple cloths but flesh itself. Tremble before the mighty truth that eternal God took on a human nature while still reigning as sovereign King who rules from everlasting to everlasting in light unapproachable.

Sasha, mine and Elaina’s Australian Labradoodle, had only been gone for a few days before the signs of her absence became clear. By gone, I do not mean deceased; she was simply out of the house. Out of the country, in fact. Indeed, our dog was on vacation in Florida.

After several years of regular, weekly writing, now seems as good a time as any to explain what the name of my blog, Iotas in Eternity, could possibly mean. If you’ve been perplexed, my apologies for the wait. Indeed, over the years I’ve received no shortage of questions about the title, though I am most happy to explain the rationale behind my word choice.

Have you ever paused to consider what language we will speak in Heaven? There will be, after all, souls and creatures beyond count with which we will engage in conversation and friendship: how is it that we will communicate?

Well does the Bible describe us as sheep. And not as sheep only, but sheep who are prone to wonder—to wonder from Him who made us, saved us, and loves us most.

“This court, over which I am sovereign and Queen, finds you charged, Sir Gabriel the Knight, of the most heinous crimes against this land and her people. How do you plead?” The voice of the Queen, resolute and sharp, rippled across the room with an unnatural power.

I love donuts. My wife, less so. Indeed, her giving me a hard time about junk food has been a long-running gag in our marriage.

If you were pressed to keep one book of the Bible at the expense of all the others, which book would you choose?

Several years ago, a young man from a church neighboring my own was given a severe cancer diagnosis seemingly overnight. Though the cancer was detected early and swiftly acted upon by doctors, the disease was spreading rapidly nonetheless—a terminal diagnosis seemed imminent.