Starting a new journal
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...
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 ...
A hundred years ago in a less literate age, schedules were not so crammed and journals not as vital in facilitating the process of reflection. These d...
I've got a pile of books on my night stand. It is growing into an unwieldy tower. Here are some: Meditations from the Road by M. Scott Peck C...
Matamoros: As I walked out my garage yesterday en route to the airport, I stepped around three or four bags of garbage that I didn't have time to take...
I'm here in Mexico with 18 people between the ages of 22 and 35 who have sold everything they own to follow Jesus for a year, demonstrating the epitom...
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 ...