Author: DwightClough

A Tale of Three People

Jacee was on his way to meet Uma for the first time. He knew they would be great friends. But Zeeb was a jealous and conniving type. So Zeeb told Uma all kinds of lies about Jacee.

“Jacee pretends to be good, but he will stab you in the back.”

“Jacee hurts people, and he enjoys hurting people.”

“Jacee doesn’t care about you.”

“Remember that bad thing that happened to you? Jacee was behind it.”

And so on.

When Jacee got to Uma’s house, Uma locked the door and shouted out the window: “Go away! I don’t want you here!”

As you probably guessed, this is a parable. Jacee is Jesus. Zeeb is evil—the devil, his agents, every kind of lying evil. And Uma is humanity—you and me.

This parable explains almost everything that has gone wrong with humanity—from homelessness to home invasions, from war to worry. It explains why people embrace false religion or shun religion altogether. It explains why many Christians are lackadaisical about their faith.

Somebody lied to us about God. Somebody lied to us about Jesus.

And we swallowed the lie. As a result, we exclude Him. We keep Him at a safe distance. Or we embrace a religion of dysfunction, abuse, and hate.

This explains most of my life. For most of my life, I swallowed the lie that God was aloof and uncaring.

To be clear: My theology said otherwise. My theology said God was love. But I didn’t really believe it. Not deep down. I didn’t think God liked me. I didn’t think He would ever want to hang out with me. I didn’t think God cared.

After all, I was just a sinner, right? I was just a guy who couldn’t get it right no matter how hard I tried. Sure I prayed, but God turned down 99% of my prayers because they weren’t His will. And His will didn’t care about me.

As a result of all this, I was hurting inside and I hurt the people around me.

But about 25 years ago I made a discovery. God is not who I thought He was. When I hurt, He hurt. I never knew that before. When I was feeling pain, He cared. I had no idea that was true. I discovered that He liked me. I discovered that I could share all my deepest secrets with Him, and He wouldn’t stab me in the back. In fact, when I shared painful memories with Him, He stepped into those painful places and brought comfort, healing, and peace.

I discovered God liked me. He liked hanging out with me. That I was safe with Him.

Discovering the truth about God is not something that you’ll typically find in a theology book, or in many ways even by reading the Bible.

But the Bible does give the formula for that discovery:

“Taste and see that the Lord is good.” (Psalm 34)

We need to get over our fear and taste. Then we see. God is good.

Dwight

I’m baking today, but thought I would take a few minutes while the dough is rising to talk about a word:

Repent.

Now there’s a word that’s fading from our vocabulary. I suspect it’s because it is a word that is so frequently misunderstood.

For many, I think, “repent” brings up an image of a sign-carrying, confrontational street preacher telling you that you need to turn away from his favorite list of sins. No wonder people cringe.

For a long time, I thought repentance was about making a U-turn. Yesterday, I was sinning. Today, I’m not. See, I repented.

And I also used to debate in my own mind whether repentance was needed to get you through the door into heaven. No, I thought, probably not. After all, we’re saved by grace and the only requirement is that we believe.

That’s what I used to think.

Now I am quite sure that we cannot see the inside of heaven unless we repent. Peter puts it this way: “The Lord … is patient with you, not wanting anyone to perish, but everyone to come to repentance.” (2 Peter 3:9 NIV)

If only we knew what it meant.

As I say, I used to think repentance was a change of behavior.

But that’s not technically correct. Repentance is a change of mindset, a change of perspective, a paradigm shift. The behavior change is the result of repentance.

And here’s why you and I need it to get into heaven. Heaven is populated with people who are always loving, always patient, always kind, always joyful, always good. Is that you? Is that me? I expect not. So something needs to happen to us before we can walk the streets of gold. That something is repentance.

Let me offer a definition: Repentance is the process by which we come into alignment with the heart and mind of God. We start thinking the way God thinks. We want what God wants. We love what God loves. We hate what God hates.

And we cannot do that on our own. That’s why repentance is granted to us. (2 Timothy 2:25)

Like the air we breathe, repentance is a gift from God. It’s freely available. All we need to do is ask.

Let me explain how to do that.

When we find some area of our lives that’s out of alignment with what God wants for us, we have an honest conversation with God.

“You, God, want me to do X. I want to do Y. Here’s why I want to do Y. Here’s what I think I’ll lose if I do X. That’s my perspective; but I could be wrong. What do You want me to know?”

If we’re humble enough to listen to God, then He will rewire our thinking so that our hearts start to come into alignment with His heart.

It’s actually a beautiful thing when that happens. Anxiety gives way to peace. Shame evaporates. Unrighteous anger melts away. Dull, dreary depression lifts. It’s like the sun coming out after a storm. Life is so much better, you never want to go back.

And, yes, there’s much more to this. Memories. Lies. MELT. Gut-level beliefs. Solutions. Conclusions. And more.

But the path to repentance is pretty clear: Find the courage to be honest with yourself and with God about what’s really going on, and have the humility to listen to God Himself when He has something He wants to tell you.

Repent! It’s central to the Christian life, and it’s a word we cannot allow ourselves to forget.

Have a super weekend. Happy Easter!

Dwight

Hope all is going well for you. I have a quick question. Maybe you can help me out. I would like to reach more people this year with the message God has given me, and I need to think through how to do that. In the process, I need some info from you.

Here’s my question: How would you describe the content I create to someone who has never read any of my books, watched any of my videos, or read any of my posts? (To put it another way: The content I create—who is it for and how does it help? Or how has the content helped you?—assuming it has)

I have my own ideas on this, of course, but I wanted to reach out to you to get your input. If you’re receving this by email, hit reply. If you’re reading this online, you should be able to get to my contact page by clicking my photo.

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Speaking of email. I’m so sorry that some of you haven’t been receiving my messages recently. There was a technical problem. I think I’ve fixed it. (I hope.) If you want to catch up on recent messages, here’s the link.

Many blessings!

Dwight

On the night of August 12, 2020, we got a call from the Madison Police. My mom heard a noise on her bedroom window screen. My mom is legally blind, so she couldn’t really see anything in the dark, but she assumed it was a squirrel and closed the window. A few moments later, she heard the same noise on her other bedroom window.

Then she realized someone was breaking into her apartment.

She called the police; they arrived; the perpetrator was never identified or caught. From that night forward, a member of our family spent the night at Mom’s apartment for the next several months.

Mom’s neighborhood had been going downhill. There were shootings within a block of her apartment. One time, Kim and I needed to walk past a drug deal in progress in order to get to her front door.

Mom said she would move if—and only if—we would build an apartment onto our modest home so she could live with us but still have her own place.

We didn’t have the money.

Stalemate.

The week after July 4, 2021, Mom made a couple trips to the emergency room. After an initial misdiagnosis, it was finally determined that she had a bowel obstruction. She spent the next five weeks in the hospital including emergency surgery one night when she nearly died.

After that, my wife Kim became Mom’s full time caregiver.

Since Mom’s apartment was 45 minutes from our home, that meant that Kim spent most of the week—sometimes the entire week there.

It started out as a temporary arrangement. It became permanent. On a good week, Kim was home for the weekend. On a bad week, she wasn’t home at all.

That was getting old.

So in the summer of 2023, we revisited the idea of adding an apartment onto our home. This time we were able to secure funding, and we made the decision to move forward.

Since July 2023 my life has revolved around working with contractors to:

• move the propane tank
• cut down more than a dozen trees (I hate cutting down trees, but I had no choice)
• have plans drafted
• get zoning and building permits and inspections
• excavate (dig a big hole with heavy equipment)
• put plumbing in place
• pour an insulated concrete slab
• build exterior and interior walls
• install windows
• expand the septic drain field
• open up our attic to discover we had mold from improperly installed bathroom vents; get that remediated
• put roof trusses in place
• tie in electric and plumbing
• add shingles and siding
• install insulation and drywall
• finish the drywall and paint
• pick out, buy, and install flooring, doors, trim, light fixtures, and more
• install a previously owned kitchen (that Kim had the foresight to snag several months earlier)

and a hundred other details.

Sometimes that involved hands-on work by yours truly. More often it involved making brownies and cookies for workers, listening to their stories, and being a friend.

Somewhere early on, God spoke to me and said, “This is your full time job—getting your mom moved.” So I put everything else that wasn’t essential on hold until…

The day before Valentines Day we got Mom moved to her new apartment, a four second walk from our kitchen.

I’m so grateful for all the help I received from many sources. Ron Benoy and his team were great as our general contractor. Mike and Zoe drove down from New Hampshire and spent more than two weeks helping us figure out and install much of the kitchen and bathroom, and helped in many other ways as well. My brother Dan contributed leftover LVP flooring which worked great and then he and Cindy drove up from Indiana to help on a couple different occasions. People helped financially—I don’t think it would be right to mention their names, but you know who you are, and please know how grateful we are. And of course, I’m skipping over many others who helped in many ways, not the least of which are my wife Kim, and our kiddos Liza, Hans, Alan, and Sally.

Now that Mom is moved in, I’m helping with a couple dozen odds and ends like getting her voter registration changed and installing a shelf above the hot water heater.

But I’m starting to turn my attention to what’s next. While I’m tempted to finish and publish two books I’ve been working on, I think the Lord wants me to focus my energies on building connections with people He wants to help through me.

That’s easier said than done. There’s a glut of Christian content out there, and I find it challenging to take the half second of attention I’m granted by a stranger and use it to convince them that I have something of value for them, something they won’t easily find somewhere else.

But I believe I have some direction from the Lord, and it looks like some of it will involve YouTube, so we’ll see what happens, and I’ll keep you posted.

Meanwhile, here’s a Facebook post you might find interesting.

And here are some photos from the building project:

Mom’s a little camera shy or I would have included a photo of her also. But I think she likes it here. And I’m so grateful to God for bringing her and my wife safely home.

Be blessed!

Dwight

When I was a young Christian, I couldn’t wait until I learned all the arguments so I could defeat any atheist in a debate. Now that I’m an older Christian, I know all the arguments I need to know, yet I rarely, if ever, debate atheists.

Why?

Good reasons.

To begin with, suppose I could, in the space of an hour, dismantle your entire belief system—whatever that belief system may be. Would you want me to do that to you?

I wouldn’t want someone doing that to me.

Our belief systems form an armor that protects something very vulnerable inside us. To tear apart someone else’s belief system simply because I can would be a form of bullying.

And I’m not a bully.

“Wait a second!” I hear you saying. “Our belief systems have eternal consequences. And some belief systems are wrong.”

Yes, that’s true, and yeah, they are.

But how will I persuade someone to abandon the armor of their current belief system, enter that very vulnerable place where they are intellectually and emotionally defenseless, before they take on a new belief system?

Will I persuade them by arguing or debating with them?

Almost certainly not. Even if I win every one of the debates.

No. But I may persuade them by helping them feel safe enough to give God a try.

In the Psalms, David writes, “Taste and see! God is good.” (Psalm 34:8)

Why do people reject God?

In their minds, they tell themselves they have looked at the evidence, and the evidence supports living in a universe without God.

But at a deeper level, here’s the real reason: They don’t feel safe with God.

And I don’t blame them to be honest with you. Almost all of us have life experiences that seem to tell us God is a monster. Figuring out that He’s not a monster is a journey for each of us.

I used to think my dad was a monster. But over time, I figured out that he wasn’t. He was a broken man trying to be whole just like all the rest of us, but he was a good guy who was trying his best. I’m grateful he was my dad, and I look forward to being reunited with him in heaven.

Our journey with God takes us through a similar process.

As we begin to experience the real God, His goodness and His love melt away all these defenses we no longer need. We no longer need to “prove” He doesn’t exist because here He is, right in front of us.

Maybe this is why Paul says to Timothy, “Don’t argue with people. That destroys relationships. Instead, be kind to everyone. Don’t take it personally when people insult you. Instead, gently help others see the possibilities of truth, hoping that God will empower them to experience the change in perspective that will open up the real world of His love.” (My paraphrase of 2 Timothy 2:23-25.)

Would I ever debate an atheist?

I don’t know.

For the reasons outlined, I don’t really want to. I just want to be a friend.

Have a great week!

Dwight

Spoiler alert: This may change the way you think about heaven and hell, God and life.

Heaven is an amazing place. You can talk to God any time you want. You’ll be surrounded by people who love you, reunited with people you love. All broken relationships will be healed. Never once will you experience an unkind word, a thoughtless action, any sort of impatience. You’ll be forever young, pain free, healthy, energetic, working on important projects you love. Everything on your bucket list and more—all those unfinished dreams will now be available to you.

Do you deserve that? Have you earned it?

If you’re like me, you know the answer is no. I’ve tried to be kind to people, but I’ve failed. I’ve tried to honor God, but I’ve fallen short. It would be arrogant for me to pretend that I deserve heaven. I could not march into God’s presence and demand that He give me access to heaven because I’ve earned it.

It is an eternity I do not deserve. Neither do you.

Here’s where we enter murky waters.

Many people assume that we must deserve the other place. The wages of sin is death, right? That must mean that a holy God is required to sentence us to eternal torment even if we sin just once.

That’s what I thought for many years. But then I read and reread and reread the Bible, I experienced God, and a different picture emerged.

This too is an eternity I do not deserve. Neither do you.

Do we deserve a day in torment for our sins? Maybe. A month? A year? A thousand years? I don’t know. But I know this. No matter how evil you or I may be, we are not infinitely evil. There is a limit to our sins. Therefore, if punishment should be imposed, that punishment should be finite, limited, not eternal.

How then could a just God sentence anyone to this horrible eternity?

The answer is: He doesn’t.

We sentence ourselves.

Let me explain it with a story.

A mom told her little boy not to go out into the busy street. But the little boy disregarded her instructions and went out into the busy street anyway. Mom, filled with rage, beat the little boy so bad he had to spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair and in constant pain.

What do you think?

The mom is monster, right? She deserves to have her parenting rights terminated, and probably should go to prison.

But what if I told you I lied?

That’s not how the story went at all. The mom was doing her best to keep that little boy out of the street, but one day—despite her best efforts—he squirmed out of her grasp and ran into the road. There tragedy happened. He was struck by a car, and, as a result, had to spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair in constant pain.

What do you think now?

Can you feel some of that mother’s pain?

Let me explain the parable:

Mom = God
little boy = you and me
busy street = sin
wheelchair and pain = hell

That place we don’t want to think about and talk about comes from sin; it doesn’t come from God. God is focusing all His efforts on keeping you and me out of there, and the only way to do that is to keep us out of the busy street of sin.

God is often portrayed as a criminal court judge who will—at the end of the age—sentence everyone to the eternity they deserve. But that’s not who He really is. He is instead the Physician who wants to remove the cancer of sin from our souls so that He can give us the gift of the good eternity that we also do not deserve.

When we invite Jesus into our lives, the contract we are signing is this:

Jesus, I choose You rather than sin. I don’t have the ability to remove sin from my life, so I invite You to come in and do it for me, and I’ll do my best to cooperate with you in that process.

And it is a process. It does take time. We are all a work in progress.

But that work will be completed before we pass through the gates of heaven because we cannot carry our sin with us into heaven.

Eternal life is a gift from God. It is ours if we’re willing to take the hand Jesus offers, invite Him in, and allow Him to remove everything connected with that place we don’t want to be.

Dwight

PS. This is a big topic, and I’m leaving questions unanswered. I go into it more deeply in some of my recent books such as Strap In! and Am I Going to Heaven When I Die? I’m planning to release a book with a deep dive into this topic in 2024.

Unsplash images by Danist Soh and Felix Weinitschke

Many are threatened by the Kingdom of God because it messes with their private utopia—the one they are trying to force onto the rest of humanity.

Pause and let that sink in.

The Kingdom of God is measured first by how much real estate God occupies in your soul and in mine. When God’s “market share” within increases, life improves. We calm way down. We are happier; the technical term is “joy.” We feel gratitude, and we look around at our fellow human beings with wonder, respect, compassion.

People say religion should be private, but no, God cannot be confined by the borders of our inner selves. He will break out. From that home base, He will venture forth to transform our relationships.

We will make amends. We will forgive. We will repair relationships. As our own souls travel further into the transformation the presence of Christ necessarily produces, our addiction to dysfunctional relationships falls away. We bring Jesus—and with Him—understanding, respect, trust, and love into marriage, family, and friendship. Health comes to all these relationships.

The abuse and misuse of power is pandemic in our world. But as our relationships improve, so does our management of power. As we get to know God as He really is, the cure for the misuse of power comes more and more into focus.

It becomes clear to us that politics and economics cannot bring salvation, but salvation will transform politics and economics.

It starts within. It starts by finding that line inside your heart where you haven’t yet said yes to God, and figuring out why.

Jesus, I would say yes to You here, but…

What do You want me to know?

It comes down to this: Who should be the architect of a transformed world? If you want it to be you, then you don’t need God. You will think you are bringing salvation to mankind and in the end six million Jews will die, or 100 million will die in gulags and labor camps. If you want it to be God, then put your money where your mouth is, and let Him come in and design the utopia for the inside of your soul first before you dare fix even one other human being.

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BTW, the picture is Kim and me on that boardwalk along the lake between Madison and McFarland on a beautiful November day.

My wife shared a video with me in which a Christian apologist was debating an atheist. The atheist brought up a story of a woman who was locked in a dungeon for 24 years, raped most nights by her father, had seven children, one of them died. She begged God to rescue her, and He did not. Then he asked the question, “How could God allow this?”

The apologist went through his arguments which were all good, but I think I would have approached this question differently.

The challenge before us is this: How could God allow horrible things to happen to innocent people? If these horrible things happen, then that must prove that God (a) is not good, (b) is not strong enough to intervene, or (c) does not exist, right?

The first thing we need to understand is this: There is no slick answer. You can’t string together 50, 100, 30,000 words that will settle this question once and forever. That’s not how questions like this work.

But what we can do is this: We can start to think theistically, and in so doing maybe our world will make a little more sense.

Here’s how I would do that: First of all, can we all agree that what happened to this woman was horrible? It was terrible. It was horrific. In fact, our words fail us. We don’t have strong enough words to draw a circle around the evil that happened here.

We need to acknowledge this because if we deny it at any level, we’re not seeing the world as it really is.

And what would be the appropriate human emotional response to this? Shock. Horror. A deep, deep sense of hurt for this woman who was victimized. And anger at the injustice that was perpetrated against her.

Horrible things happen to people. And I think if we were honest with ourselves, we would say this: At some point, we need to look away. To protect ourselves, we cannot take in the full picture of evil that takes place in this world. We can’t handle it. Our psyches aren’t strong enough. The hurt is too deep; we cannot take it in.

But here we find the first difference between God and us.

He never looks away.

He feels the full measure of your hurt and mine. Every moment of this woman’s 24 year ordeal is etched in the heart of God. He never looked away. He feels all of the hurt. And He feels the full load of anger at the injustice that was committed against her.

To be fair to God we must acknowledge something else. Sometimes—maybe most of the time—He does prevent or stop evils like this from happening. There are people in this world who would love to see you suffer. To see you suffer and slowly die would be like candy for them. If they had the power to make that happen in your life, they would use that power today.

But something stops them.

One time, years ago, I was in a bad place. I made the decision to do something evil—something that would have hurt many people that I care about today. I was on my way to commit this sin when God sent someone to stop me.

Hundreds of times I have thanked God for intervening and saving me from my own stupidity and sin.

But other times I have done wrong. I have hurt people. I have damaged relationships. And God did not intervene to stop me. I have regrets. But God allowed me to do those things even though He knew that people He loved would be hurt in the process.

Maybe you can say the same thing.

So why is it that God sometimes intervenes and stops bad things from happening to people and sometimes He doesn’t?

Is it because He likes some people more than others that He protects them from harm?

Apparently not because who would God like more than Jesus, His only Son?

Even though Jesus asked to be spared, God stood off to the side while evil men stripped Him, mocked Him, beat Him, tortured Him, and finally murdered Him.

I think any of us would beg God not to allow what happened to Jesus to happen to us. But Jesus wasn’t spared.

And if the story ended there, then I think it would be safe to conclude that we live in a meaningless universe where God—if He exists at all—has lost all interest in His creation, and has abandoned us.

But the story doesn’t end there.

Jesus stepped out of the grave. And when He did, He made a statement about God:

There’s no hurt I cannot heal. There’s no damage I cannot fix.

Back to the woman who suffered: What would be the appropriate human response? To rescue her, right? To bring her tormentor to justice. To protect her from further harm. To begin the long process of trying to heal the injury that took place to her soul.

We would use our limited power to do what we can to undo the damage.

But God has power that we do not have. He can heal hurts we cannot heal. He stands on both sides of life and death. He holds eternity in His hands.

And when God brought Jesus back from the dead, He made a promise to all of us:

Whatever has gone wrong in your life, whatever hurts you have endured, I can make them right. I will make them right if you come to Me.

Thanks!

Dwight

PS. For those of you who follow me on YouTube, I hope to have this post up as a video in the next day or so.

Five years ago, I moved from a suburb to a quiet rural area about 45 minutes north of Madison. Our real estate agent was confused. “Why would you want to do that?” he asked.

Why indeed.

I notice something when I return to Madison. A certain aggression in the driving—fighting for one’s place in line at the next traffic light. A cold suspicion as people walk by one another in parking lots or on the sidewalk.

Anonymous disconnected humanity. Neighborhoods that once felt safe no longer do.

Not everywhere and not always, of course. But it’s there.

I ponder this.

Not that long ago in human history, you might live your entire life and never encounter more than 500 people. Now you probably see 500 people on your morning commute.

Years ago, the only way I could find out what’s happening in your life was to sit down and talk over a meal, or chat as we plowed a field together. Now, I see your photos in microseconds as they scroll past in social media.

This changes us in ways that I don’t think we fully understand. It has conditioned us to think of other human beings as disposable objects—morons who drive too slow or maniacs who drive too fast—idiots on the wrong side of the political divide, objects of ridicule and scorn.

And we can afford to scorn because people are replaceable. They’re not in short supply; they’re everywhere.

I can tune into my favorite news media and listen to them crucify people I disagree with, and think it’s okay. Because, come on, those people aren’t really human are they? Not like me. They’re disposable, expendable, cheap.

Not long ago, if I wanted to know something, I needed to find a teacher or a book. Now I can consume video after video after video. And when I come up for air, I don’t even remember what I watched.

I no longer need to think because others will do my thinking for me. I—I’m speaking for the mass of humanity here—no longer know how to think because every few seconds my phone dings and tells me what to think.

There must be an antidote for this, right?

I find it in silence and solitude. I find it as I’m washing my dishes, taking a walk along a deserted road, or sitting alone with my thoughts.

In the vacuum of silence, I’m forced to face all the monsters inside. My fears. My anger. My guilt. My doubts. My tangled up thoughts.

And, yeah, that’s a good thing…because it drives me back to God, and allows me to find healing.

Silence is to the soul what a good night’s sleep is to the body: healing, restoring, calming, strengthening.

I find that silence allows me to think—to connect one thought to another, and to see things that maybe other people aren’t seeing.

And then when I come back to the world of noise and people, I’m a better person. By the grace of God, I’m a little more patient, a little more kind, a little more loving.

It’s been a crazy couple of weeks.

A friend asked me to drive him down to Florida. He’s moving; he doesn’t like to drive, and he doesn’t have a smart phone, so he asked me to drive his car with him in it and fly home. I was looking forward to the trip. On the way, I hoped to visit my friend Tyler Hames in Georgia.

As we were getting ready to leave, there was a hurricane and then I got sick. So we needed to scramble to find a place for my Florida bound friend to live. My pastor graciously allowed him to stay in his camper on our property.

Meanwhile, I went to the doctor. I was diagnosed with a variety of ailments including (to my surprise) a hernia. (At least I don’t seem to have cancer, so that’s a good thing.)

Somewhere in there, my wife Kim Rohrer Clough and I celebrated our 45th wedding anniversary.

We’re working on adding an apartment onto our home so my mom can live with us, so the concrete guy came along to excavate a space to pour the concrete. That was fun to watch.

Then I spent a day trying to navigate through airline and travel insurance bureaucracy to get my friend refunded for the airline ticket he purchased for me. Outcome: unclear.

I was on my way to meet with the surgeon when my daughter had an emergency. (I’m not free to share the details, but you could pray for her.)

My mom was getting rid of some old clothes, so I hung them out on the line to get the basement smell out of them before donating them to Goodwill. Then, at 7:00 one morning, a perfectly healthy tree broke in half and fell on the camper.

By the grace of God, no one was injured and damage to the camper appears to be very light. But when the tree guy came to safely bring the tree to the ground, it fell on the clothesline.

Then my wife started noticing strange sounds in her car. My mechanic neighbor took one listen and said, “Sell the car!”

You gotta just laugh. This is life. A kaleidescope of adventure, celebration, disaster, and setbacks. I feel fine, though it’s 4:30 in the morning when I was originally posting on Facebook instead of sleeping so who knows… Anyway, wherever you are, and whatever you’re facing, I wish you well. May the grace and peace of God be with you.

By the way, my son went to Florida in my place. Prayers for his safe return are appreciated…

And there’s this:

A few weeks ago, after torn and defaced pages of a copy of the Quran were allegedly found near a Christian area of Jaranwala, Pakistan, local mosques put out a call for revenge — a call amplified on mosque loudspeakers and through social media.

In an attack that continued for more than 10 hours, thousands of angry Muslims rampaged through the city. 400 homes were destroyed—with possessions looted and burned in the street. 27 churches were attacked. Multiple reports say police watched the ongoing violence rather than intervening to protect Christians. In the end, arrests were made including the arrest of two Christians accused of defacing the Quran.

I have a dear Christian friend who lives not far away. As you can imagine, this is terrifying.

To be a Christian in Pakistan is like being a person of color in South Africa back in the days of apartheid.

Christian organizations like International Christian Concern and Voice of the Martyrs are on the ground helping people rebuild their lives.

I don’t normally do this, but I would like to ask you to prayerfully consider helping these Christians get back on their feet. I’ve donated what I can and hope to give more.

Thanks!

Dwight