I had returned from the city of Natal, where I had spent seven long years with my family. I was almost 50 years old and was starting over after a failed...

In the months following my mother’s death from ALS, I started my first semester of college, began a new job, and painfully continued life without my mom here to be a...

Mary made her way to Jesus, poured costly perfume on his feet, and wiped his feet with her hair. The house was filled with the fragrance. The perfume was worth about...

Twice a year my church picks up trash along two miles of roadway. We divide into groups and start at each end, working until we meet each other. I remember the...

Being a parent doesn’t come with a job description or manual. It is on-the-job training all the way. As a father, I am always learning. I am no superhero or mighty...

When I was eight years old, my teacher told me I was a gifted writer. That was the first time someone had told me I was good at something. As a...

When my parents became Christians, they spent time reading the Bible and praying daily. My father gave me my first copy of The Upper Room when I was 13 years old;...

After a night at the children’s hospital with our daughter, I did not welcome the telephone ringing at 7:00 a.m. I saw that the call was from my oldest son, Barry,...

Our church college group has been transformed through acts of service to residents and transients in our city. We were studying the book of Leviticus, and we were discussing the practice...

Years ago, I knew a little girl who collected used cans on the street. She liked to write on used papers and put them in the cans. Most people on the...