Hope for a Recovering Pharisee

Hope for a Recovering Pharisee

It’s clear. There’s no use denying it any longer. At my house I am a Pharisee. True confession. I prefer and prioritize order and neatness and breathable-ness. All external. All the things that are pleasing to the eye (well, my eye at least), but not needed for...
How many zeroes in a billion?

How many zeroes in a billion?

One of the least-photographed, momentous life occasions, is a baby’s first steps. Not because it is not a golden photo op, but because it happens so randomly, without dress rehearsal, without formal invitations to the big show.  Subsequent solos, of course, are...