The smudge and my smugometer
If it hasn’t all been left on my pillow, I will wake up this morning with a gray smudge in the middle of my forehead: the…
Rahab-ilitation: losing the tags
My wife and my daughter share an aversion to garment tags. The minute they get a new top, they’ll whip out a pair of scissors and…
The process of progress
The church street sign that reads “Try God, because Google doesn’t have all the answers” is cute, but it also points to a serious issue—how technology…
The permanent impact of seasonal friends
Good friends are like family, minus the crazy uncle. They may not share your physical genes, but they shape your spiritual and emotional DNA. And as…
My regret on having a book republished
It is with some regret that I am able to announce that a book of mine first published almost twenty years ago is once more available…
Miracles in minor moments
As a Christian (who is a) journalist, my spiritual gift is one that the New Testament writers carelessly omitted: sanctified nosiness. But every charism has its…
Breakfast in Jerusalem
Everyone knows about Jesus separating the sheep from the goats, one day, but currently I’m more concerned about the parting of the pigs and the poultry.…
The timing of telling
“I say, I say, I say, what’s the secret of great comedy?” “Well, I don’t know. Tell me, what is the secret of great co-” “Timing!”…
Getting my hands around alms
It was cold enough in Florida yesterday for me to have to wear long pants instead of shorts (tough, I know), and more importantly get to…
The year of Bible murmurization
It’s been well said that the toughest journey truth has to travel is the eighteen or so inches between the head and the heart. For me,…
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