DEVOTION
Dive deeper into your faith with Dr. Barry Creamer.
We Are the Echo
Near Terlingua, TX, cradling the Rio Grande, is a deep, narrow, rock-faced canyon: Santa Elena. Our kids suggested we visit it while celebrating our 41st anniversary with stays in the Texas desert and hill country. High waters from recent rains kept us from hiking up...
Pathways
When possible I ride my bike to work, not on multi-lane highways, thoroughfares, and avenues, but on the trails provided by Dallas Parks and Recreation. Although often no more than narrow pavement over old railbeds, they provide a perfect path: flat stretches edging...
Change Is Coming
Routine is a powerful thing. After I graduated college, our family spent 11 years in a starter home. We sold it and moved about 5 miles away, where we lived the next 11 years. A little more than 5 years after we had moved into that second house, I found myself driving...
I Would Choose Him Every Time
For many years we had an early morning prayer meeting at the church I pastored in Arlington. A few days a week 2 or 8 of us would gather at 5:30AM for 10 or 30 minutes of corporate prayer. Looking back on it, I’m surprised how many different people participated, and...
May Love Drive Our Labor
My dad corrected me once, a hundred times. I mean, when he corrected me about something, I never wanted to make that mistake again. But there were a hundred different mistakes requiring singular correction. In this case, my adolescent self sauntered off for another...
Irony From My Juvenile Forensics
As a debater from 8th through 12th grade, I spent untold hours finding evidence in UTA’s library, writing briefs, practicing rhetoric, scrimmaging debates, reading current events, and ultimately applying it all at tournaments around Texas. In those moments, I was so...