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The Real Question

The question of Mark 11.

It appears to be:

Whose authority?

Whose authority do you have to be doing what you're doing?

That's what the leading priests and teachers of the law had asked that day.

"If John's authority came from heaven, why didn't we believe?"

That's what He'll say.
Because if we believe,
that changes . . .

"Dare we say that He was merely human?"

We are afraid of what the people will do...
because everyone believed that John was a prophet.

And if John was a prophet,
that changes...


Jesus knew what they would ask.

And they knew what He would say.

So they responded with what seemed . . .



Because either answer causes trouble for them.

So that's what they answer.

When truly, they did know.

But they miss out on the revelation of truth.

They miss out on having their deepest question of the moment answered.

The one question that is right here.

Right now.

The question that says with its full weight:

The Watermark

Skimming through a photography blog,

Thinking I was going to get a great idea about photography.

But instead I get a revelation:

Watermark n. a faint design made during manufacture, visible when held against the light and typically IDENTIFIES THE MAKER. v. to mark with such design

He's writing on living tablets...

Clearly, you are a letter from Christ showing the result of our ministry among you. This “letter” is written not with pen and ink, but with the Spirit of the living God. It is carved not on tablets of stone, but on human hearts. 2 Corin. 3:3

He "manufactured" me.

He made me by hand.

With raw materials. 

The Lord God formed a man from the dust of the ground. Gen. 2:7

And when I am held up to His light,
then and only then,
is my Maker identified.

So along with St. Patrick, I pray: Christ with me, Christ before me, Christ behind me.
for I'm bearing the watermark of Christ Christ in me, Christ beneath me, Christ above me.
for I'm bearing the watermark of Christ Christ whe…

The Lost One

Lost and alone.

Wandered far.
Cold and hurt.
Too scared to receive love.
Too cold to think straight.
Too bewildered to find the way back home.



By the love and affection of a girl and boy.
And he would have become theirs, had their mother not said, “One is enough.”

So the animal rescue worker came.
But he had a place in their hearts. And they prayed for him. And they wondered about him.

What was his name?

How did he get away?

Did he sneak out the door when it was open?

Did someone he loved hurt him?

Why could that happen?

How far had he wandered?

How could anyone let him go?

Without a collar, without a name tag to identify him –
to say HE IS MINE.
And we call the shelter – to see if he has been claimed. To see if his eye is healing.

Which reminds me . . .

That Someone else knows this feeling
way more deeply than they ever could.

And so He waits.

Watching. His back never turned your way.

And He calls – gently. "I’m right here – arms open, facing you."

Did you run? Did you escape…


Many years ago, this blog was just a baby. And I was so nervous about taking that first step. Publishing my thoughts. Yikes! How scared I was. And how I debated and labored over the name - Radical One. Because at the time, I thought I was radical. Going away from the norm. You know, going against the grain of popular culture. But just yesterday, I got this revelation. From my a favorite writer/blogger, Ann Voskamp. She was writing about being radical. And I realized I had it all backwards.

Radical is really getting back to the "origin." The "essential." "Of or having roots."
And don't we all want to be know for that?
Being radical.
Having roots.
No matter how the winds of the storms of life may blow. And you feel like you are going to topple. Or that you might become .... uprooted? And you want your roots to go deep. Deep into His love. Because that's what holds you together. That's what keeps you grounded. That's what keep you from blowing ove…


My youngest turns double digits tomorrow.

I feel old.

Where did the time go?

But more importantly . . . .

what's the big deal about this milestone -
the double?

Pay attention to the double.
Did you ever notice what the writers did when God spoke something important throughout the Bible? The writers didn't underline. Or boldface. Or italicize.

He said it twice.

For emphasis.

For you to pay attention.

So twice yesterday, was this verse:

For the Lord your God is living among you.
He is a Mighty Savior.
He will take delight in you with gladness.
    With His love, he will calm all your fears.[a]
He will rejoice over you with joyful songs.”
a] Greek and Syriac versions read He will renew you with his love. Like this beautiful radiant daffodil illuminating the dull of winter, the double is there to get my attention! To get me to say "What do I need to hold on to in this message?" As one of my favorite verses, I pray it over the kids almost daily, but am I living it?
He is living among me -…

Tell Me . . .

Tell me.

Did you ever feel alone?

Tell me.

Did you wonder if my love was enough for you?

Tell me.

Can I trust You with my heart?

And He says,

"Tell me....

When did MY love
become not enough
to fill every void,
every empty place in
your heart,
every longing,
every desire,
every need."

"One touch of your love is more than a lifetime of a lovers."
Psalm 57 speaks of Your generous love:

7My heart is confident in you, O God;
my heart is confident.
No wonder I can sing your praises!
8 Wake up, my heart!
Wake up, O lyre and harp!
I will wake the dawn with my song.
9 I will thank you, Lord, among all the people.
I will sing your praises among the nations.
10 For your unfailing love is as high as the heavens.
Your faithfulness reaches to the clouds.
11 Be exalted, O God, above the highest heavens.
May your glory shine over all the earth.