The Smell of Hope

Al Andrews

Now and then, someone will tell me a story that I can’t shake. My mind plays with it, turning it over and over until something grows out of it. Here is one such story. It was the backcountry of Alaska. My friend and a buddy had killed an elk. Because fresh kills attract bears, they […]

Who You Should Date After a Hard Break Up

Al Andrews

My mind immediately kicked in to my college days. I would have recommended a daily Bible reading, preferably in the morning, pray, getting in a small group, and finding a church that he liked. As I was thinking about saying something like this, I felt bored. Instead, I blurted out, “I think you need to date Jesus.”

What You’ll Find When You Stop Running

Al Andrews

Our fears lead us to lonely and crazy places. We often run from the wrong things. Sometimes we end up fighting ridiculous battles against imagined enemies. Often what we fight or evade are the very things destined to bless us.

What We Can Learn From Celebrities’ Failures

Al Andrews

On the way to work this morning, I drove by them—twenty turkey vultures, sitting by the side of the road. Five of them were huddled over a dead fawn in the ditch, digging at it furiously, picking the carcass clean. The rest were gathered nearby, impatiently waiting their turn. It’s a gruesome scene, but all […]

What To Say When Everything Is Not “Fine”

Al Andrews

She came up to me while I was in line at the bakery. I hadn’t seen her for years. “Hi Al!” she said. “Is life treating you great?” The way she asked it, there was only one acceptable answer. I wish you could have seen the contortions my mind was going through in the several seconds between her question and my answer. I knew there were a couple of options for my response.

What Are You Telling Yourself That Isn’t True?

Al Andrews

Let’s face it – we all make stuff up! While we have legitimate questions — Why didn’t they call back? Why wasn’t I invited? I wonder why I wasn’t chosen for this or that? — we often answer them with a negative and active imagination.

Is Your Life Boring All Your Friends?

Al Andrews

Last week, looking out the back window of our house, I saw our dog Hobbs standing over the carcass of a possum. He was sniffing it cautiously and had a “what do I do now?” look about him. Finally, he walked away, disappointed with the end of his chase. As he was leaving, I saw […]

Why Jesus Invites the Wrong People to the Party

Al Andrews

I have a confession to make that may make some of you dismiss me as having neither taste nor class.  Judge me if you will:



I said it.

Refusing To Die Before Your Time

Al Andrews

Recently my sons and I went to a soccer match in Upton Park, England (they call it football there). The game was between West Ham United and Arsenal. Arriving early, we enjoyed food from street vendors that would make a cardiologist weep.

Soon we made our way to our seats and as the stadium filled, a man sat next to me. He was in his 60s, dressed warmly in a long, dark coat with a scarf around his neck. He looked toward the field with a blank stare.

What Jesus Would Say To Ebenezer Scrooge

Al Andrews

On a chilly December morning several years ago, our family packed into the car and headed to church. When I pulled off the interstate, I saw a man sitting on the curb near the end of the exit ramp, holding a cardboard sign.

I was relieved that there was a car in front of me at the stoplight. Frankly, I was not in a good mood and was irritated that he was there. I heard an inner voice whispering something like “Who knows where he’ll spend that money.” So I stared forward, anxious for the light to change and annoyed to find out that this particular light was the first prizewinner in the “slowest light in the country” contest!

The driver’s window of the car in front of us opened.

How A Homeless Man Taught Me About Heaven

Al Andrews

Not long ago, a good friend of mine called me. A friend of his had gotten into trouble, and was now in a halfway house in Nashville. He asked if I would visit him, and maybe take him a toothbrush and some underwear. I agreed and made my way there one evening.

When I got there, I sat with my friend’s friend on the back deck of the halfway house and talked about how he ended up there. As we talked, another man came out on the deck, lighting up his cigarette as he sat down. There was a weathered look about him. He had dark, leathery skin, and looked like he had endured the sun, the rain, and the wind for long, long time. I couldn’t tell how old he was, but I was sure that he was younger than he looked.