“They all look the same,” she said. “The same clothes and the same color of skin.” Such was the lament of a high school student who was one of six black youths attending a Christian high school.

“Daddy can we tell them the family secret?” questioned my daughter in front of visiting friends. Feeling awkward, I released her to tell the previously secret news of her mother’s pregnancy.

For more than ten months, life was a struggle. Blood transfusions, the constant use of oxygen, and the experience of being bound to one room of the house had become the normal routine.

I’ve seen God’s love embrace an imprisoned alcoholic, a cancer tormented wife and mother, my seven-year-old son, and a former prostitute.

When King Arthur wanted to deepen his perspective of life in England, he left his royal throne and traveled his country dressed as a pauper.

Paul reminds us of the seriousness of the charge that followers of Jesus carry. We are approved by God and entrusted with the gospel of Jesus.

Nothing is more sacred than the final moments of a believer’s life.

In our day, people who have lived significant lives, made groundbreaking discoveries, or initiated movements of social change become subjects of biographers or write their own memoirs that capture their perspectives.

As a native Minnesotan, I am a fan of trees and water. Being in the northern woods refreshes my soul, restores my spirit, and nourishes my life with Christ.

Jesus tells a simple parable about two sons, both with attitudes! Most parents of teenagers will relate to this story.

Jesus was making use of his last days of his earthly ministry by healing, preaching, and purifying the temple from destructive practices.

Everyone could see the problem. The man was a paralytic, and his condition determined his status, his options, his lifestyle.

Recently our granddaughter was born. As with all babies there is great discussion over who she looks like, her mom or her dad.

I was a workaholic. Driven to succeed, I chased after dreams and mirages without abandon or care for myself.

There is a favorite drive in Glacier National Park in western Montana called the “Going-to-the-Sun road.”