A garage is a homely place. It's a place of rejection. It's where you put things that are old and worn out, but don't want to get rid of yet. In that ...
Yesterday I introduced the topic of "how do I find guys for all the wonderful young ladies in my life?" My four beautiful girls are 20, 21, 23, and 26...
If you've never been in a relationship where you've regularly received constructive criticism, then you've not really been discipled. It doesn't mean ...
Nsoko, Swaziland is the most pain-filled place on earth I know. In a country where 45% of adults have the HIV virus, the people of Nsoko have an infec...
Many of you have been wondering what happened with some of the missions photo contest pictures. Well, the folks at the YouthWorker Journal were kin...
Slowly, over a period of years, I'm learning about my children's generation. I'm seeing their great potential and the areas where they struggle. Here'...
I remember as a senior in college being greatly perplexed by the issue of marriage and its timing. Although I was head over heels in love with Karen, ...
We are way too parochial in America. We grow up speaking only English, thinking that ours is the only fishbowl to swim in, immersed in a culture w...
This is my last of three blogs on connecting, each illustrated by a song. Connecting with God is tough some times. A lot of days even though I don't f...
In yesterday's blog, I challenged readers to take a look at the narrowness of their worldview. But how do we even know what's narrow and what's not? T...
