Fragile on Purpose
Like a sand dollar, we are fragile and easily broken, but God can use our brokenness to reveal the purpose and strength He has placed within us.
Citizen Writers Fighting Censorship by Helping Americans Understand Issues Affecting the Republic.
Like a sand dollar, we are fragile and easily broken, but God can use our brokenness to reveal the purpose and strength He has placed within us.
According to recent data from the National Assessment of Educational Progress, nearly a third of high school seniors cannot read well enough to extract basic details from a written page.
Think you’re a rifleman? There’s only one way to find out. AR Tactical is one of the fastest-growing rifle sports in America, challenging everyday shooters to stretch their skills to 600 yards with practical rifles and real-world marksmanship. Along the way, even experienced competitors discover that old habits don’t always translate—and that’s part of the fun. The question is simple: Will your rifle even reach 600 yards?
Right now, the news media is in an uproar over AI. The headlines are bleak. Experts are saying our cherished way of life is in danger. Pretty soon, if things keep going this direction, they say we will lose basic human abilities, such as empathy, sustained focus, and the ability to spel withot autocorrek.
Hermit crabs must repeatedly leave an outgrown shell and risk being exposed to find a new one — a picture of trusting God rather than ourselves in life’s vulnerable in-between moments.
Memphis, Tennessee. A cafe. The kind with vinyl booth cushions, all patched up with duct tape. I’m in town to make a speech.
She is my waitress. Her name is on her nametag. She smiles at me after she asks how I want my eggs.
Her teeth are bad. Real bad. There’s probably a story here. I’d wish I knew the rest of it.
In 1978, the band “The Who” released their song titled “Who Are You?”
Though I don’t recommend this song’s lyrics in total it, it does ask a very important question without even knowing how important.
“Well, who are you?”
“I really wanna know..”
The Greatest Generation didn’t have Wi-Fi, DoorDash, FaceTime, scheduled port calls—or an expected return date. They had a war to win. Today’s sailors aren’t the problem; they’re products of a culture that has become extraordinarily good at eliminating discomfort. The question isn’t whether young Americans are “soft.” It’s whether America still teaches resilience before history demands it the hard way.
The Pacific Ocean doesn’t have an HR department, and the enemy doesn’t care about your deployment schedule.
Over the years, I’ve written about Morgan many times, keeping notes on many of the conversations Morgan and I have had, so I’d never forget the things she told me.
Joel’s prophecies of judgment, repentance, and the outpouring of the Holy Spirit remind us that God disciplines those He loves to draw them back into relationship with Him.
“It’s my birthday,” the email said, “and my dad forgot me…”
The young man writing to me just turned 14 years old. We’re going to call him Mark.
Anna and her four young daughters were on a trip to England on the SS Ville du Havre. It was a French steamship. All iron. Built like a tank. Except, of course, tanks weren’t around yet. This was 1873.
A dead tree (and a battered Jeep) remind you that God, the gardener, prunes away what’s no longer alive in you so what’s fruitful can thrive.
Columbus, Georgia. I was eating at a barbecue joint not far from the state line. My cousin, John, insisted that this joint serves the best barbecue in the state of Georgia. He made me promise to try it.
In the early chapters of Genesis, we encounter three pivotal instances of human rebellion that have left a profound impact on the course of human history.
When life puts us in an unexpected holding pattern, we can trust that God is present and working—even when all we can see is an empty concourse and a flashing DELAYED sign.
There was an old man sitting outside the dusty bar. He sat in a plastic lawn chair. There was a dog with him. The dog was either asleep or dead.
He was whittling a stick for no reason—the old man, not the dog. This is what old men did before TikTok.
Tonight, we walk the streets of Savannah with royalty. Traffic does not part when she walks by. Her unwitting subjects, trudging along the sidewalks, do not pay her a genuflecting glance. When they see her, they do not even recognize her sacred station. But they smile just the same. For one cannot help but smile at royalty.
The old dog was found walking on the highway. She had no name. No home. Nobody.
The guy who found her was a guy we’ll call Peter. I call him this because this is his name.
Even during the spiritual “dog days,” when our hearts feel weary and our motivation fades, God invites us to keep seeking Him and promises to renew our strength.