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Cambodia’s Killing Fields was the greatest social justice cause of my generation. When the call went out to help the hundreds of thousands of Khme...
Asha died last week. She was my sidekick for 15 years. She was great with the grandbabies. She probably thought she was one. Daily, when I went to...
It was the spring of 1994. Karen and I had sensed God telling us to move out of south Florida even though we had no idea where he wanted us to mov...
Maybe the most afraid I've been was when I was 11 years-old. I was backpacking through the Wind River Mountains with my father and some friends. W...
My best friend from college, David Wroughton, died yesterday. I loved Dave and wanted to share his story as I knew it. I arrived at Wheaton Col...
It was 2006. Andrew Shearman had spoken to the AIM staff retreat the previous year. It had felt like we were on the brink of something special. We...
My dog Asha is the best dog ever - she has so many friends. But she is 12 now - what is that 84 in dog years? Though she is healthy, I guess she d...
One of the hardest things I ever had to do was to help my father to die. We were not close for much of my life. Though he loved me, our ...
In 1981, Karen and I lived in Jakarta and worked in Bali. One day, my boss, David Bussau, said, "There's a village part-way up a volcano that is ve...
What a horrible phase of life middle school was for me. Barely graduated from sixth grade, I was 77 pounds and suddenly found myself in West Jr. ...
