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...
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...
One of our five kids has always had a positive outlook on life. Everyone loves her – she brings light to their lives. Lately, though, she’s been s...
Last week, when I came back from five days on the field, I woke up the next morning and found these negative thoughts about my family bombarding my mi...
I was talking to a friend whose 17 year-old daughter is a strong Christian. My friend noticed that she was growing distant and more defiant. “What�...
Yesterday evening on my way to a meeting, I stopped on the highway shoulder and Clint carried a box of books hot off the press to my car. I’ve writt...
Our girls have always been good about allowing me to play the role of father-protector. At times they've ventured further afield than I would have lik...
I re-read my 1/22 entry and it occurred to me, "I really am quite a fanatic. Anybody stumbling across this blog for the first time would think I'm a n...
I believe in discipleship so much, I’m crazy about it. It’s not just that Jesus in his valedictory address commanded it, it also just plain works ...
