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.

Only a veteran of the Great War could have penned The Chronicles of Narnia.

The Gospel is the Good News of Jesus Christ; it is the very backbone of all that Christians believe and the sum and substance of all that the Bible preaches.

Sanctification begins in the mind of the believer only after they have been given new spiritual life by God the Holy Spirit.

A fairly common question among Christians goes like this: “When were you saved?” When well-meaning folks ask this question, they are typically just trying to get to know you better.

In the wake of Charlie Kirk’s assassination, I’ve seen many people over the past month—particularly young men of about my age—strive to take up the banner of “I am Charlie Kirk.”

In the beginning, the Lord God breathed upon a young world those words befitting the creation of Adam, the first man: “It is not good that the man should be alone” (Genesis 2:18). As Christians, so must we eschew isolation and seek rather to gather regularly as the body of Christ.

I did not know Charlie Kirk; I never had the opportunity to meet Charlie Kirk; and, to be quite honest, Charlie didn’t rank highly among the conservative voices I find myself regularly listening to. I’m not even American. Though, I did frequent his content more than occasionally and I respected him deeply. All that to say, Charlie Kirk and I were not friends; but as two souls united to Christ through faith, he and I were and are brothers.

The world of Formula 1, like most any other sport, is just that—a world unto itself, littered with legends, seemingly arbitrary rules, and teams that mean little to the world outside of the fanbase.

To describe The Space Trilogy as Narnia for adults, or merely as Narnia in space, would be a disservice to Lewis’ work.

Over the last few years, humanity has ushered in a grave new world with the advent of Artificial Intelligence. A grave new world of increasing darkness and deception, all the while clothing its dark members in palatable shades of grey and muted tones of white as they issue from places of deep shadow; sometimes growing so bold as to masquerade as messengers of light.

Why do you want to go to Heaven? I assume that, when it comes time for you to die, Heaven is the place you want to go to—only a madman, or worse, would desire the alternative. But why do you want to go there?

It may surprise you to learn there is a strong case to be made for Charles Spurgeon having been the most prolific writer in the history of the English language. That is, among all those who have ever written in English, Spurgeon may have penned and published the most words—ever.

It is a humbling experience to share the Gospel with little children. They ask a lot of piercing questions; good, simple questions that insist upon straightforward answers.