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

South Bend, IN — In our ongoing series on the corona virus, a local mother reports that in three weeks of quarantining, she and her husband have become “full-fledged KOOKS. We’ve been