In morning’s dark, I glance up. Outside the kitchen window, the graceful fingers of the towering pine are silhouetted against the light. Dawn is breaking, and its brilliant colors are

To all the pastors who have to lead during a national crisis, here’s what I want you to know: we do not need you to be perfect. We really don’t.

Yesterday, I sat in on another national briefing call regarding COVID-19. It occurred to me again as I listened–that there is much that goes on behind the scenes that isn’t,

There is little morning light. Today, the sun is hidden from sight. A thick layer of fog has come in through night, obscuring the view. Step, step, step. In a

“Day is dying in the west.” Tonight, I grabbed my phone, and my family and I headed off into the sunset. In the coming dusk, we passed lush, green crops

On a hot July night, we’re out with our Amish friends. Covid has kept us from our evenings in town for dinner and shopping, and it’s been months. We’re finally

FacebookTwitterGoogle+DiggPinterestBloggerFrom controversies over masks to Black Lives Matter; from disputes over race, reparations, and religion to statues defaced and cops in the cross hairs, these are perilous and upsetting times.

Sitting in the food court, I look to my right. Two handsome, young, black men occupy the bench beside me. They’re laughing and talking, bantering back and forth, and then

Dear God, I come to you in the name of Your son, Jesus, on behalf of my country. You have never turned me away. You have never failed to hear

It’s a Saturday morning. We are still in our pajamas, as is our wont, starting the day real slow. I glance over at The Cub, a cozy cat in his