A Season of Forgiveness
A year ago my father died. I was at his bedside for that last terrible week when, one by one, his bodily systems began to sign off and shut down. ...
A year ago my father died. I was at his bedside for that last terrible week when, one by one, his bodily systems began to sign off and shut down. ...
This plague will end. There will be more death and struggle along the way. Yes, it will change us, but it will end. And when it does, we will be d...
We are now in a wartime footing in most of the country. Most of us have no idea how to live life there. The things that worked before no longer work.�...
How are you? Really? Is the claustrophobia of your life beginning to squeeze? In the last blog, I suggested the idea of getting flowers to nurses ...
Within a week of the team coming together, they felt safe enough to begin sharing some of the secrets they'd kept hidden for much of their lives. One...
Excerpt from the Wall St. Journal article Never have the words gap year seemed more appropriate. Typically taken by a handful of students w...
In this season of brokenness, we especially need grace. Many people are trapped in their homes in what feels like a place of judgment and are dyi...
I'm as perplexed as any of you about what happens next. We started the World Race in 2005, and now we can't get on planes. So what does it look like n...
Leaving the claustrophobic realm of your home quarantine to go back into the realm of other human beings can be a disorienting experience. When you ar...
I have fasted a lot of things these last couple of months - fasted from flights, restaurants, freedom - the list is long. But one of the hardest thing...