“So, what’s the sacred cow here?” This was one of my last questions as I sat in a job interview. I was offered an opportunity to serve on a church staff in discipleship and worldview
Confession. I don’t love football, but I enjoy a good Super Bowl commercial. This week prepared me to be on the lookout for one commercial in particular. I woke up one morning to find in
I hate to fly. It is a harrowing experience to glide in a tin can thousands of feet in the air, with no means of escape. I grew up in a military home, traveled, and
A few months ago, my friend invited me to his house to try out his new virtual reality game. Before I knew it, I was in a basement, wearing a pair of strange-looking goggles that
“How did you get so wise?” The question was being asked by Kelly, a friend and co-worker. We often lunched together and genuinely enjoyed each other’s company. We had different friend groups outside of work
On Monday we all learned of the tragedy and horror of the school shooting in Nashville, TN. For days we have grieved and prayed for the victims and their families. What can we say? At
Karen sat in my office on the verge of tears. She had arrived sharply on time and had given me no indication about why she might want to meet. As a staff member with our
I clearly remember the rain fitting my mood one evening in southern California as my friend told me of his dreams. He wanted what so many others wanted: a spouse, children, a home, a white picket
“Why should I be sacrificed on the altar of his growth?!” I remember the day I said these words out loud to God. I was angry. Angry and hurt. I didn’t think I could get
I remember the first time I discovered the poem “The Road Not Taken” by Robert Frost. I was 9 years old and living in Japan as a military kid. Something about this poem captivated me: I
