Years ago, my brother, stepsister and I decided to explore the Louisiana woods one unusually cold winter morning. It was a productive adventure to say the least; we found a place which had old, dilapidated structures and fences, but the most fascinating part was this little, man-made pond.
We are living in unprecedented times. Irrational thinking, emotional overreacting, unreasonable expectations, extreme selfishness, and unrepentant and immoral living seem to rule the day.
At first glance, most of us see that the year 2020 didn’t go all that well—the pandemic, bitter and still-contested election, economic loss, social unrest, unemployment, and, for most of us, problems of a more personal nature can be added to the list. This morning I heard the year likened to…
I have a regifting box carefully stored in the basement. The contents include everything I have received and -- for a variety of reasons -- don’t want, but consider too valuable to throw away.
I was asked to re-print my Christmas letter from Jesus—an excellent reminder at the end of a challenging year. This letter was originally published in 2017 (I've made modifications for COVID-19).
I recently reconnected with my high school girlfriend, Lisa. She is a delight! We are having such fun catching up on the last five decades of our lives. We’ve gone in much different directions and yet our friendship is a sturdy bridge.