Our granddaughter, Noah Kate, is three years old, and she does not believe in sleeping in. Once she’s up, there’s no rest for the weary in her house. She marches into her parents’ room, flips on the light of her own internal alarm clock, and if told to go back to bed, she protests, “But …
There it was, like a gem glittering in a jewelry store, nestled among watches, rings, and bracelets — one of those pieces you have to stop to find. In this case, it was a lone sentence hiding in a list of names. Hushai the Archite caught my attention as I rambled through a description of …
It was the first item on my “thankful list” that my wife, Lori, and I share each morning. That day, we both listed the microwave we had bought the day before. We had been without a microwave for only a few days, but we had forgotten how dependent we were on it: warming a cup …
I’ve always loved the story about the three little boys who persistently misbehaved in Sunday School. Finally, the teacher had enough and took them to the Pastor. The Pastor, a large and intimidating man, sat them in his office, walked out, leaving the boys to squirm until he reentered. Looking at the first boy, the …
My wife, Lori, and I are sitting on the back porch early in the morning. It’s quiet, except for the birds singing Lauds to the rising sun. We stare into the field behind our house, absorbing God’s gift of nature — the grass that melts into the Kentucky knobs, the low-hanging clouds whispering that a …