Michael Murray was born in — wait a minute… Why am I writing this in the third person??? Can I start over?!
Hi, I’m Michael. I don’t have life figured out yet. I’m still a mess. But I believe that every single person matters to Jesus. And I believe that he invites us all to follow him, one shaky step at a time.
While Jesus was having dinner at Matthew’s house, many tax collectors and sinners came and ate with him and his disciples. When the Pharisees saw this, they asked his disciples, “Why does your teacher eat with tax…
Did you know that I’m an expert at judging Olympic-level gymnastics?
I didn’t either until I started watching it yesterday afternoon. Then I started saying things like, “That landing could’ve been better,” and “He didn’t keep his wrists straight.” (I copied that one off the commentator. I didn’t even know that was a thing.)
I can’t tell you the proper name of the bar they are swinging on, but clearly, I’m qualified to criticize the athletes. After all, I’ve been watching it for a whole two hours! …
The other day a friend and I were having a conversation about some pretty deep issues, and it brought up a memory from my middle school days.
When I was in 8th grade, I would eat lunch in the cafeteria with the same kid every day. The weird thing is, I’m not sure why we started eating lunch together. I don’t think we had any classes together. He just kind of showed up in the cafeteria one day and sat by me.
I would bring my lunch (peanut butter & jelly!), and on most days I would also buy a…
(If you live in Orlando as I do, it’s been summer for the past 3 months…)
I came into summer with a long list of things I wanted to accomplish. The most ambitious was to start (and finish!) my third devotional book. But as I began to juggle everything, I realized that might be a project better suited for the fall. And you know what? I felt a bit disappointed in myself.
Today’s my 38th birthday. (Insert the obligatory, “Am I really this old?!” remark.)
I was thinking back on my 37th year on earth. So many good things happened. I managed to (self-) publish two books and make strides in my business. Diana and I adopted our son, Emmett, something we had longed to happen for a while. By all accounts, it was a good year, and I am so grateful.
But at the same time, it was a year of grief, isolation, and sadness. The pandemic was in full swing as I turned 37. While Diana and I thankfully both…
But God raised him from the dead, freeing him from the agony of death, because it was impossible for death to keep its hold on him. (Acts 2:24, NIV)
I came across the above verse in my reading this week, and for some reason, I thought about the game show Ultimate Tag.
Ultimate Tag premiered last year and is essentially American Gladiators with only one event: Tag. (Hey, I’m not knocking it. The concept obviously drew me in!)
Ordinary contestants compete against “professional taggers.” The professional taggers are in top-notch shape and go by intimidating monikers. (My favorite tagger is…
One of the twelve disciples, Thomas (nicknamed the Twin), was not with the others when Jesus came. They told him, “We have seen the Lord!”
But he replied, “I won’t believe it unless I see the nail wounds in his hands, put my fingers into them, and place my hand into the wound in his side.” (John 20:24–25, NLT)
Instead of calling him Doubting Thomas, maybe we should call him Rational Thomas or Realistic Thomas.
Thomas was still reeling and heartbroken over the events that took place a few days before. And now his friends were telling him Jesus was…
And I pray that you, being rooted and established in love, may have power, together with all the Lord’s holy people, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ. (Ephesians 3:17–18, NIV)
Happy Easter! (A little late, but it’s always a good time to celebrate the events of Easter morning!)
Over the past couple of days, I’ve been pondering the above verse. What does it mean for Jesus’ love to be wide, long, high, and deep?
Whenever I see this verse, I think of the song “Your Love Is Deep”. It’s a song…
[Jesus] looked around at them in anger and, deeply distressed at their stubborn hearts, said to the man, “Stretch out your hand.” He stretched it out, and his hand was completely restored. Then the Pharisees went out and began to plot with the Herodians how they might kill Jesus. (Mark 3:5–6, NIV)
Today, we’re in chapter 3 of our brief survey of the book of Mark. From the opening chapter, Mark paints a picture of Jesus as the Suffering Servant. Wherever Jesus goes, he brings new life to people in need. …
While [Jesus] was preaching God’s word to them, four men arrived carrying a paralyzed man on a mat. They couldn’t bring him to Jesus because of the crowd, so they dug a hole through the roof above his head. Then they lowered the man on his mat, right down in front of Jesus. (Mark 2:2–4, NLT)
It was the scheme of a lifetime.
The four men — lifelong buddies — got word that Jesus was back in Capernaum. They had heard about all the amazing things Jesus had done. He was freeing people of diseases. A feverish woman hopped out…