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 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...
God has called me to some pretty crazy things in my life, but this one may take the cake. 2006 marks the beginning of one of the freshest, most innova...
Being a Dad is tough. When I'm busy at work, my mind isn't in the game at home. All it takes is for some crisis to come along and I can become disconn...
Did you see that national championship game between Texas and USC? Wow! The Texas quarterback, Vince Young, was amazing! He put on the greatest perfor...
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...
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 ...
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...
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 ...
