One Day Left
22 years ago, I wrote a poem for my two oldest children (Lauren and Daniel) on the day before school let out for summer vacation. I made some connections to life and Jesus, as you'll see ...
22 years ago, I wrote a poem for my two oldest children (Lauren and Daniel) on the day before school let out for summer vacation. I made some connections to life and Jesus, as you'll see ...
When we realize how much God has privileged us by adopting us into His family, our hearts begin to swell with gratitude for such undeserved favor ...
Although silence is a dear friend of mine, occasionally I'll encounter a song that finds a home, deep inside my soul. I just discovered this beautiful, antiphonal song that honors Jesus so much ...
A slightly-satirical, culturally-incorrect poem by an exhausted, white, old, cisgender, heteronormative, Christian male missionary, who is supposed to be quiet ...
When I was a little kid, I used to watch my Mom try to thread a needle. Invariably, after struggling, she'd hand the needle and thread to me, for my younger eyes to successfully execute the challenge ...
I will now attempt to make a first incision on our Patient (our racially-charged culture) by wielding the scalpel of words ... Gulp!