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I brought my running shoes to Mexico. Behind Bob Waag’s house is a giant trash heap – all the garbage of Matamoros piled into a huge mountain. It ...
We saw a generation awakened to their destiny this morning. The World Race began at 7:44 a.m. central time, the three vehicles accelerating dow...
The world is a painful place. We're born screaming, we wrestle with the vulnerability of childhood and the awkwardness of adolescence. Then, we fight ...
I'm here in Mexico with 18 people between the ages of 22 and 35 who have sold everything they own to follow Jesus for a year, demonstrating the epitom...
Matamoros: As I walked out my garage yesterday en route to the airport, I stepped around three or four bags of garbage that I didn't have time to take...
I've got a pile of books on my night stand. It is growing into an unwieldy tower. Here are some: Meditations from the Road by M. Scott Peck C...
A hundred years ago in a less literate age, schedules were not so crammed and journals not as vital in facilitating the process of reflection. These d...
In our crazy world, we react more than we reflect. This leads to a feeling of being out of control. That's why reflection time must be planned out. If...
Did you see that national championship game between Texas and USC? Wow! The Texas quarterback, Vince Young, was amazing! He put on the greatest perfor...
