I grew up with the sound of “All You Need is Love” and tried in my young heart to understand what that means in a world of abject poverty. Then in the middle of the Jesus Movement, I sang along with the Maranatha Singers, “They’ll Know We Are Christians by Our...
When we look at the rings of a tree, we find a record of God’s hand in the life of that tree. More than just the length of its lifetime, we discover by the variation of color clues to years rich with rain and those that were dry. Signs of bounty, perseverance...
Turning off the bedside lamp, I place my head on the white down pillow, sink deeply into the comforter, and wait for sleep to come. It doesn’t come. The bed, like a long-lost friend, hugs me close in its warmth. The comforter fails to comfort. My eyes close in...
This morning, I woke up and conducted my routine: prayer, walked the dogs, exercise, and then breakfast. I didn’t answer any phone calls, check my email, or listen to the news. I wrapped myself in my bubble of safety. The bubble burst. The news repeatedly reminded me...
