I hung up the phone, having told one of my adult children not to get hopeful: Trump didn’t have a chance; the TV commentator my daughter had just heard was merely trying to make it look interesting so people would stay tuned to their network, I told her. Minutes later, I advised another one of …
I watched my dad take his last breath; he died October 25, at 8:46 p.m. Dad died like he lived, in the presence of God, surrounded by his family. God and family were foremost in his life. We gathered around him, prayed, and told him what a wonderful man he had been to us, his …
A friend asked me if I had seen the blockbuster, psychological thriller, The Girl on the Train. “No,” I answered, “but I have been thrown under the bus.” Actually, the movie is about a mysterious and troubled divorcée who has been betrayed. In fact, just about every character in the film is deceived in some way. …
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, …