Coram Deo
Every morning, Lucy, my 125lb Great Dane and I go for a walk. One particular morning was enveloped with a thick fog. My face tingled with the sensation of it on my skin. I could see the air I was breathing, feeling the weight of it pass over my lips, slide across my tongue and then fill my lungs. I was accutely aware of its presence and the life it brought to my body as we moved along the path. As the day wore on, the sun rose to its position, and the thick morning mist dissi
Like a Cicada
Right now, cicadas are big deal around here; think, bug apocalypse. I had been warned that they would be coming in droves, mindlessly...
Transparent
When I was a kid, we didn't have the internet. I couldn't Google anything. And I didn't know anyone named Alexa. What I did have was the...
The Prayer I Didn't Want Answered
The other morning Matt jumped on the air with his morning show and shared a story from one of our many adventures in radio ministry. If...
Why a Wheelchair and a Hamburger?
I couldn't for the life of me, roll over and fall asleep. Giving up I tiptoed downstairs for a sip of water. It had been snowing all...
