Exiting the 9/11 Museum in New York City last week, my wife, daughter, and I didn’t say much. The museum, dramatically commemorating the events of the fateful day when terrorists took 2,997 lives, had a sobering effect on us. We lingered outside, traipsing along with the solemnity of people who have just left a funeral. …
What about those unanswered prayers of yours? Where are they? Misplaced in a dusty file somewhere in some forgotten closet in heaven? Sometimes it seems like it, I have to admit. But God hasn’t forgotten the prayers of his children. Sometimes the answer is an immediate “yes;” sometimes a prompt, “no;” and sometimes an indefinite, …
The four children raced up the stairs, and then they saw him. “It’s Daddy,” they screamed as they ran to wrap their arms around his legs. “Daddy’s here.” It’s often the little things dads do that make the biggest difference. In this case, Dad showed up for church to join his wife and children. That …
“For the final time, NIGHT,” my mom used to admonish me as a boy when for what she called “the umpteenth time,” she would plead, “Would you just go to sleep?” Getting me to sleep must have been a long order for Mom. Often, Dad would be brought in like the relief pitcher in a …
“She’s homesick,” they said, as they handed me their cell phone. “Would you pray for her?” Listening to the sniffles through the phone, I could identify with her, one of our church’s recent graduates, in her first week at college. It’s not a matter of immaturity. Indeed, the young lady is, in my opinion, one …