by Chris Maxwell | May 2, 2025 | Blog
The stage is set. Caps are tossed high like prayers in the wind. Tears find their way down smiling cheeks. Laughter echoes across the crowd. Smiles spread. Phones are held high—today’s modern lens of remembering. Applause rises and lingers, like it’s reaching into...
by Chris Maxwell | Apr 24, 2025 | Blog
I wasn’t looking for it. Not really. I had searched through rooms before, digging through the past, but this time was different. I was only reaching for a pair of socks, choosing that time to go deeper in the drawer. A simple shift found a tiny book stacked...
by Chris Maxwell | Apr 18, 2025 | Blog
They remembered Friday. How could they not? The sounds of nails. The cries of pain. The whispers of confusion. The sky turning dark when it should have been day. The Son of God hanging, bleeding, forgiving. Dying. They remembered. And so must we. Good Friday is still...
by Chris Maxwell | Apr 16, 2025 | Blog
The road is familiar. I have walked it before. Palm branches once lined the path, waving in the air, tossed to the ground. Hosanna rang out in voices eager for a king—one who would overthrow, who would establish, who would fix. But their cries faded. Their...
by Chris Maxwell | Apr 7, 2025 | Blog
Time doesn’t ask for permission. It moves, rushes, swirls like the wind, carrying us from one place to another before we’ve had time to gather our thoughts. Nineteen years ago, Orlando faded in my rearview mirror, and Royston rose ahead. A transition wrapped in...
by Chris Maxwell | Mar 24, 2025 | Blog
We race. From meeting to meeting. From screen to screen. From this to that. From hurry to more hurry. When we wake from brief sleep to the moment we collapse again, we have minds buzzing, hearts racing, and souls aching. Busy! We are always busy. Reaching for the...
by Chris Maxwell | Mar 21, 2025 | Blog
this march reminds me of that march. the month my mind changed. the month my brain weakened. the month my world shifted. the month my life switched. i don’t remember all the moments. memories are fog, broken pieces, puzzle parts lost. i remember many of the...
by Chris Maxwell | Mar 3, 2025 | Blog, Book Excerpts
I continue adding comments about my latest book, Things We’ve Handed Down. So, it should not surprise you that today’s thoughts highlight the next chapter. This blog, and this chapter, come from the book Surprised by Joy from C.S. Lewis. As...
by Chris Maxwell | Feb 26, 2025 | Blog, Book Excerpts
Edges. That is what life is, mostly. Edges. Think about that today. Your life. You life as mostly edges. Calvin Miller wrote a book about his life; titled Life is Mostly Edges: A Memoir. And I wrote about him and that book—and many of his other books, in chapter...
by Chris Maxwell | Feb 12, 2025 | Blog
the night had been long. the nets, heavy with nothing. the sea, silent. the fishermen, exhausted. simon had done this before. he knew the patterns, the places, the patience required. but some nights, no matter how hard they tried, the fish...
