I know. This could get morbid. I don’t mean it to be. Sometimes I think about how God could call me home at any moment. What am I doing with my days when I think about each moment that I have in light of that possibility? Don’t we all just go about our business as…
I spent an hour one morning at Seagull Beach on the Atlantic ocean in Cape Cod, MA. It was glorious. Magical even. A moment in time, where time is not.1 It was 4:30am. I awoke before the alarm sounded. I felt groggy, but a bit of a thrill as I anticipated a beautiful sunrise at…
We Campbells love clocks. They are in every room. Sometimes there are more than one in a room. Big clocks, little clocks, digital clocks, sadly no grandfather clocks. (I wish!) Everywhere you look, you’ll see a clock. One that I particularly rely upon is the kitchen wall clock. I prepare many (or most) of the…
There are certainly different seasons to life. I read that in Ecclesiastes recently. A time for everything. In fact, there was something in this most recent read-through of Ecclesiastes that prompted me thus: Time to start writing again. Certainly the busyness of life keeps me from writing (I don’t mean only that I am engaged…
About mid-way through March of this year, I decided I would like to try reading one of those daily Bibles. I had been dabbling in reading some of the Old Testament, which I had not done for a while, and I figured what better way than to read through it in manageable, daily selections? I…
I need to start by saying I am sorry. I am sorry that I have hurt you. I am sorry for careless words or actions which left you feeling hurt, overlooked, demeaned, ridiculed, devalued, disregarded, or even just misunderstood. Yes, you. I’ve noticed in a few recent interactions—first and third person—how easily we offend and…
A lot can happen in two decades.1 When I posted my first “blog” 20 years ago this date, I was a musician, writing, recording, and performing my songs anywhere and everywhere across the country. I was a young, recently-married father of two (with one on the way) who preferred air-conditioned, indoor life. A cup of…
I identify with Martha. That might seem odd, in that I am a man, but I think I do. I’m not talking about any sort of gender identity crisis, mind you. Rather, as I was taking care of many details around my home today (which I find myself doing quite often) I was reminded of…
Marriage is hard. If you’re soon to be wed and you hear those words, you eschew them as the trite acrimony of bitter people. That will never be true for us, you say to yourself, sure of the truth of your conviction. Without fail, you discover that the union of two lives into one is…
A good friend remarked recently that death or dying came up frequently in our family’s conversations. His comment was more a good-natured jab, I think, as we were all enjoying funny thoughts and stories, joking around. But I have thought about that since. I wondered if we perhaps give death—one of God’s enemies, defeated by…