Two and a half years. That’s how long it’s been since I stood among our brothers and sisters in South Africa, and this first week of August, I’m going back. But this

Ella, walking with her mom Yesterday evening, our supper table was full. Beck and I were there with our six children, along with her brother Mark, his wife Bessie, and their four

Last month, I told you about the evening we walked down the caliche lane to the Heritage Mustangs barn — Sean, Aaron, and me — and how a once-wild mustang that used

I pulled away from my desk late afternoon—too many files open on the iMac: ten essays in progress, a theology textbook review, a high school history curriculum half-drafted, emails, messages—and crossed the

“Babe, I’m gonna take a walk with the boys down bottom to check on the horse and donkey,” I said, sauntering out the front door after supper to find Sean and Aaron

5:15 A.M. The car doors closed quietly, so as not to wake the house. Sean, Tina, and Aaron settled in, and we pulled out onto Gholson Road in the dark, eventually joining

A meditation on resurrection, multiplication, and the life of Christ revealed in His people There is something in us that will never grow unless something burns. There is a tree in the

A Meditation on Work, Family, and the Rewards of Real Living. There was a moment of pause just now before I began writing . . . just long enough to realize I

A Meditation on Renewal, Warning, and the Voice of God The Wind of Life It is impossible for me to step outside at this time of year without sensing a renewed wind

A word to our brothers and sisters in Israel As headlines cycle and the language of war fills our days, we are mindful of those who do not merely read about conflict—but