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...
