A number of years ago, I started the practice of sitting in silence for several minutes at a time. I haven’t been very consistent. I’ve

When [the shepherds] had seen [the baby], they spread the word concerning what had been told them about this child, and all who heard it were

My sister and I are the closest of friends. But it wasn’t always like this. Tracy and I scrapped our way through our elementary and

My congregation has some of the most beautiful pray-ers who pray the most beautiful prayers. This past Sunday, the person who offered the prayers of

In an earlier post about reading my late mom’s diaries from the 1960s, I briefly mentioned how often she wrote about her weekly routine of

There is something incomplete about the span of your life – no matter how young or how old you are when you die. There is

My mom started keeping a daily diary on her 13th birthday in 1963. Aside from a gap in the mid-70s, she kept her diary going

In his autobiography, the early 20th century Greek philosopher and writer, Nikos Kazantzakis, offers this poetic look into our souls. Three Kinds of Souls Three

Earlier this year, I defended my doctoral thesis at Western Theological Seminary: Truthing in Love: Engaging Conflict with the Disarming Love of God. Someone in