Ah, a child’s life, wrapped in a warm blanket, sleeping peacefully in his mother’s arms, with hardly a care in the world. Worries aren’t his...

We use words in strange ways. Take the word dying. Your daughter in tenth grade says she’s dying to know the football captain of the neighboring high school...

God telling me that I should be holy is like his telling me to scale the high jump at a track meet. But wait. Who’s that in front of the high bar...

When I’m at my art easel, secondhand information won’t do. If I’m working on a painting of daisies, I must have a vase of fresh daisies to study. There’s no...

Some of my friends tell me I’m too hard on myself. They say I berate myself too much. But I know the truth. I know when I’m vying for attention...

At times we feel that our yoke is just too heavy to bear. That’s when Jesus says, “Here, take my yoke. It’s easy. The burden is light.” Oh yeah? we think.