And what’s more . . .

And what’s more . . .

I’ve been ‘parable-weaving,’ and this is your invitation to read my imaginings:  A homeless person is seated on an old, rickety lawn chair propped against a brick wall on a busy city block with stores and offices and restaurants. He is approached by a...
A win by proxy

A win by proxy

Young people wanting a military career, those training to be Olympic athletes, those choosing to become medical doctors, all know that there will be grueling times ahead of them before achieving their dream. That isn’t a secret. So, what is it that makes them so...
Time to play! Wanna come?

Time to play! Wanna come?

Do you remember? As a child, the world of make believe was a glorious place where anything was possible, anything you’d seen or heard could become something totally different at your mind’s command, to suit your latest dream or idea. Sticks or rocks or old blankets or...
Hot fudge sundae for breakfast?

Hot fudge sundae for breakfast?

Parenting, by definition, knows times of heightened anxiety. Any time a child is rushed to the hospital. The first time a teenager is allowed to stay home alone for the weekend. When the time comes to become a driving instructor. When the school principal calls in the...
The size of our fight

The size of our fight

In a few densely packed, carefully chosen words, Jesus spoke a powerful and life-altering reality: his disciples (us, therefore) would be in the world but not of it, in the same way he was not of it (in John 17). Every generation of believers since that prayer was...