Lindsey and I love to shop at garage sales and thrift stores. We both grew up going to them, so giving new purpose to old pieces of furniture is a fun challenge and reward for us. Our current kitchen table is a wooden corner booth, which originated either in a camper or a house boat. […]
In this Episode of the #AskSteveAustin Podcast, I get honest about my struggles during the Easter season. I talk about Jesus, the Cross, and the Resurrection. I ask the question, “What the hell do we do with Jesus?” I talk about faith, doubt, atheism, Christianity, and feeling stuck somewhere in-between. I talk about attending an […]
Sometimes trusting God isn’t triumphant or glorious. Sometimes trusting God isn’t even a desire. It’s a stubbornness that cries in the middle of the night, but attaches firmly to my faith. Sometimes trusting God isn’t a praise song with the full band on a Sunday morning, but rather it’s a stick-to-it-ness that says I know there is something deeper than my pain and a Power higher than anything I can rationalize, so I’ll give this another shot tomorrow.
We have the ability to change the course of our lives when we become aware of that core of sacredness—which I call the Beloved—and begin to live with it as our guide. Whenever we have a flash of love, innocence, acceptance, inspiration, awe, or wonder, or we’re moved to tears or filled with joy, we […]
I’ll never forget my first experience with a “crisis of faith”. It was about fourteen years ago, during my second year of ministry school. I’d been having questions for a couple of years, and one day in Bible class, all my suspicions came to a head. I knew I couldn’t go on, ignoring that gnawing in the secret places of […]
What if all these answers we’ve been given all our lives, in church, by our families, by well-meaning people, what if even SOME of them are wrong? What if we don’t have it all figured out? Then what? I am learning to find God in the questions. And in asking the questions, I’m finding myself, […]
The fight with fear and self-doubt is universal, but as parent, it seems even worse.