That's Messed Up

Dear Friends, This morning when I arrived at the church, I was greeted by a young woman from the neighborhood that I had seen before, but didn’t really know. She was sitting on a bench outside the front door, and when I asked if she needed help, she said, “Pastor, I need help like nobody’s business.” I appreciated her frankness, and as I settled down on the bench next to her, I asked what was going on. She replied by telling me that last night DHS came and took her kids from her. It happened because she struggles with addiction, and the result is that she spends all her money on drugs, leaving nothing for food. A neighbor complained to DHS about her lack of care for the kids - and the ne

When Up Means Down

Dear Friends, Do any of you remember the “opposite game”? When I was a kid, it was one of my favorite games to play with my friends. The game was simple: we just said and did the opposite of what we were really thinking. So “yes” meant “no”; “cold” meant “hot”; and “I want to read” meant “I want to go outside and play.” It’s not an overly creative game, but for some reason, it was always fun for me because it seemed funny to do the opposite of what you really wanted to do. What I didn’t realize way back then, is that the “opposite game” was actually very good preparation for the Christian life. As Christians, we are regularly challenged to pursue the opposite of what the world pursues -

No Pain, No Gain

Dear Friends, Last night, as I was preparing dinner, I made the mistake of grabbing a pan handle that was hot. The result was that I immediately pulled my hand back, dropping the pan and all it’s contents on the floor. As you can probably imagine, it made quite the mess - which is why I had to put dinner prep on hold while I spent 20 minutes cleaning up. So as I was wiping sauce up, and pulling noodles out from under the stove, I was reminded that what happened when I grabbed that pan was a great analogy for what happens in all areas of life when we experience pain - and that is, we recoil. And we try to drop whatever it is that’s causing us the pain. It’s a natural reaction when we expe

If You Build It

Dear Friends, This week I’ve been thinking a lot about “memorials”. The reason it’s been on my mind, is because I’m at a place in life where I need to be building more of them. Here’s what I mean: when God led the Israelites out of the wilderness and into the Promised Land, He stopped them and told them: “Go into the middle of the Jordan, in front of the Ark of the Lord your God. Each of you must pick up one stone and carry it out on your shoulder - twelve stones in all, one for each of the twelve tribes of Israel. Use these stones to build a memorial. then, in the future when your children ask you, ‘What do these stones mean?’, you can tell them, ‘They remind us that the Jordan River

Are You The Disease Or The Cure?

Dear Friends, Four years ago today, Clark Millspaugh went home to be with the Lord. For those of you who didn’t have the privilege of knowing Clark, he was a businessman who took an early retirement, because he sensed God calling him to spend the second half of his life in a more hands-on ministry role. So along with his wife Anne, Clark bought a rundown mechanics shop, and turned it into a grocery store in a high-poverty community. It met a critical need, as the neighborhood was considered a food dessert, and most folks didn’t have access to transportation. That was the beginning of The WestSide Harvest Market. Meanwhile, across town a group of us were busy trying to plant a church. We

Pickle Juice

Dear Friends, This morning I was helping organize some of the inventory in the grocery store which our church operates. I was given the task of moving large jars of dill pickles from the shelves to the storage room. But in the midst of carrying out this very important responsibility, one of the jars slipped through my hands, fell to the floor, and shattered - spraying pickles, and juice, on pretty much everything and everyone within a five foot radius. As I stood there with pickle juice running down my legs, it was all I could do to control my frustration from spilling out in words that are not appropriate for anyone, much less a pastor. And in that moment, I was reminded of a foundationa


HOLY GROUNDS - is now available on Amazon!

It's a collection of devos like the ones you're reading here - so you're gonna love it!!

About This Blog

Random thoughts and ponderings on life and faith from a recovering sinner.

About The Author

Daniel May - husband, father, pastor, grocer, Packers fan, and above-mentioned recovering sinner.

Search By Tags
Follow Us
RSS Feed
  • Facebook Basic Square
  • Twitter Basic Square