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 ...
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...
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...
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...
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 ...
