Jeff Lucas
Jeff is an international speaker, broadcaster, and bestselling author. He is a teaching pastor at Timberline Church in Fort Collins, Colorado and writes a monthly column for Premier Christianity magazine. Request a free copy here.
Regular ColumnistsA note to the unnoticed servants
It happened at the end of one of the ten-day trips that Kay and I lead to the Holy Land. We’d all had a wonderful time; there is something special about being in the place where the big story of God unfolded. When you stop by Jesus’ adopted home town, ...
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His name is Patrick Hutchinson, but to me, he looks like Jesus
This photo is a picture of grace, says Jeff Lucas
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Here's why Judas betrayed Jesus
Jeff Lucas explains what motivated the most well-known traitor in history
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Jeff Lucas: How my dad escaped the Nazis
Jeff Lucas shares a moving story from the second world war
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Reviewed: The Netflix show that paints Christian influence as evil
The Family has been billed as an expose of a "secret Christian organisation" who are "hiding in plain sight". But Jeff Lucas says the truth is far less exciting
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I see you
It’s an old adage, and one I’ve never liked: children should be seen and not heard. Growing up, I experienced the opposite. I felt heard by my parents: they cared for me, yet I didn’t feel noticed.
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Still showing up
They are days that are consistently tinged with irritation. We generally refer to them as one of those days. You wake up with a headache to discover that the dog made a midnight snack of your new Ray-Bans, miss the bus on the way to work, and discover that your boss is actually a werewolf thinly disguised as a human being. Later in the day, you’re asked how you’re doing. You mumble, “All right, I suppose. Just having one of those days’.
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All sit down: it's ok to do nothing in church
It was obvious to all that my sermon was drawing to a close. Not only had I uttered the words much beloved by congregations everywhere (“and finally…”) but in summarising my key points, it was clear that I was preparing to land the proverbial plane
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The sound of silence
It’s a frustrating moment. You’re having an important conversation with a friend on the phone, when suddenly the line goes dead, usually at a critical place when they’re just about to tell you that the baby has been born, the stock market has collapsed or that chap in charge of North Korea has decided to volunteer at a food bank and revise his haircut.
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The Doorman
Being a man, and trying to be polite with it, can be challenging these days.
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Never say never
It’s a conversation that the now President of the United States bitterly regrets. Unaware that he was being recorded, he was caught making horribly abusive comments about the way he treated women. His exact words are well known, releasing me from the need to stain this page by repeating them. ...
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Shadow boxing
The dive master surveyed the nervous gaggle of divers, including me. He knew we were all scared and seemed quite delighted about it. We were about to conquer the depths of the Great Barrier Reef.
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Pray and Display
Snakes. They look scary, they slither and hiss, and Adam should never have chatted with one. Here in Colorado they’re our neighbours.
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It’s A Dog’s Life
I’ve never been a fan of bumper stickers, especially the Christian kind.
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When God took over my church meeting
Jeff Lucas tells the story of how the Holy Spirit took over a Christian meeting in a remarkable way.
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GO AWAY
‘You’re doing what?’ My interrogator, his voice shrill and appalled, his nose wrinkled with disdain, stared at me with a mixture of shock and pity.
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A RITE OF PASSAGE
Clutching my ticket for a brief trip on the London underground, I squeezed myself into the crammed rush-hour carriage.
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The Power of Prejudice
I was in unfamiliar territory, sitting in an Anglican church with high ceilings and even higher theology. I loved the warm glow of the flickering candles, but I felt uncomfortable in a church that was stylistically a billion miles from my own worship expression of choice.
