It’s time for a new journal. Fortuitously, the pages on the ’05 journal ended just as the year itself did. Rarely is life so tidy. Somewhere in th...
Having raised five of my own kids (15 to 22 years old) and having a ministry that focuses on discipleship, I have seen firsthand that parents are the ...
It's a typical morning during the Christmas season at our house. I stayed up too late watching "24," so I drug myself out of bed late. The usual tempt...
A 25th wedding anniversary comes along once in a lifetime. It is a cause for celebration. If I were to settle on a place, it would have spec...
My children have emptied the nest and are back for Christmas. There is more laughter in our house than ever before. Karen and I just pushed the pau...
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 ...
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...
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 ...
