When Clint Bokelman's son Caden was four, Clint was tucking him into bed. Caden looked up at Clint and said, "We can't see Jesus, can we, Dad?" Cli...
A few years ago, as we were flying the long hours from Paris to Kenya, we noticed that the stewardesses efforts to make the trip more bearable. As ...
My coworkers and friends Deryck and Serena Livingston illustrate an important principle for me: We should work with people whom we enjoy and can rel...
Who hasn't made mistakes and longed for a do-over? To be human is to make a mess of things. We're born making messes and we never quite grow out of th...
We've arrived in India this morning (24 hours on 3 planes). It's been ten years since my first visit. I remember the train into Bombay. We passed the ...
World Race coaches are a different breed. We're empty nesters who, having reared our own children, apparently loved it so much that we've come back fo...
I've been thinking about grace and why we find it so scandalous. Grace, when it shows up, is usually a big surprise. We expect an equivalent response ...
Grace came to me unexpectedly today. We'd been accosted by beggars everywhere we went in Hyderabad. You want to help the needy ones, but giving to ...
Ashley Musick was on the first World Race and wrote this blog. 5 years ago a rag-tag group of crazy Christians met in Matamoros, Mexico to leave o...
What is it like to die of AIDS? What does it feel like? This article in PlusNews is a heart-rending example. Thembi (last name withheld) is a 33...
