Author: Chris Taff

Picture a man on his first Monday of retirement. For forty years his phone rang before sunrise. People needed his answers, his signature, his say so. Now the house is quiet. He makes coffee, sits at the kitchen table, and realizes nobody is waiting on him. By noon he’s restless. By Wednesday he’s wondering if…

In June 2009, a Christian farmworker in Pakistan named Asia Bibi went to fetch water while working in a field with a group of Muslim women. Some of them objected that a Christian had drunk from the same cup. An argument followed. A few days later she was accused of insulting the prophet Muhammad, and…

The Story There are times I pull up to a red light and see a man standing on the corner with a cardboard sign, and something stirs in my heart. A nudge. Help him. Every once in a while I roll down the window. But if I’m honest, about 99 percent of the time I…

Sorry for another blog everyone, but this one is super important and Please Please PLEASE share it to everyone you know! Thirty Pieces of Silver on the Desk Glenn Beck keeps a silver coin on his desk, right next to his microphone. It dates to the time of the crucifixion, one of the same kind…

A while back I sat across a table from a man who runs a small business. Before we talked about anything else, he excused himself to pray. When he came back, he asked about my family, told me about his kids, and shook my hand like he meant it. He was a Muslim. He was…

The Story On Wednesday morning, a routine flight from Dubai to Tel Aviv almost became one of the worst tragedies of our time. Somewhere over the desert, the co-pilot repeatedly stabbed the captain, and the plane plunged from the sky. It dropped nearly 14,000 feet in under 30 seconds. Passengers felt it spinning and sinking.…

The Story For most of my life, there was no space between what I felt and what I did. Somebody said something that stung, and the words were already out of my mouth before I’d even thought about them. Somebody cut me off, ignored me, or questioned me, and my reaction showed up instantly. Sometimes…

The Story For most of my adult life, I thought I was a grown man because I had the things grown men have. A job. A family. Bills. Responsibilities. Gray hair starting to show up in the mirror. But every so often, something small would happen. A comment in a meeting. A tone of voice…

There is a story told about George Müller, the man who cared for thousands of orphans in Bristol, England, in the 1800s. One morning the children sat down at long tables for breakfast. The plates were set. The cups were ready. But there was no food in the house and no money to buy any.…

Eight weeks ago our small group opened a workbook called Mattering and started wrestling with one question: does my life actually matter? This week we reached the last chapter, and it ended with an assignment I didn’t see coming. Write your own eulogy. I sat with a blank page longer than I want to admit.…