Sunday Changed Everything

The story of the human race began in a garden with a man called Adam. The story of the one who would be called the second Adam would end in a garden.

Published April 11th, 2014

Richness of Having vs. Richness of Being

When I think of being rich and having riches, I think of two men…

Published February 28th, 2014

One Flourishing Life

One evening my wife, Nancy, pulled me into our bedroom and said she wanted to talk. She closed the door so that none of the kids could hear, and she took out a list.

Published February 14th, 2014

The Great Invitation

When Nancy and I were dating, I read her a poem by Shakespeare about two lovers: They so loved that love in twain, Had the essence but of one. Two distincts, division none; Number there in love was slain. When I finished reading it, I was in tears, but Nancy had a kind of glazed look in her eyes.

Published December 20th, 2013

Valuable Raggedness

Her name was Pandy. She had lost a good deal of her hair, one of her arms was missing, and, generally speaking, she’d had the stuffing knocked out of her….

Published December 6th, 2013