Counting Days

Counting Days

Thoughts for Estranged Christian Parents on the Passage of Time When our children were born, you and I started. We counted days. Then weeks. Then months. At some point amid tantrums, pull-ups, and sippy cups, we started counting years. Let’s close our eyes and...

Row 22, Seats A and B

Blogger’s Note: Business travel can be trying on body and soul. I’ve traveled more in the last three years than in my previous 34 years of life. I prefer to fly Delta for the customer service. However, I love the opportunity to fly United because of their...

A Hitch in My Getalong

“Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the number of moments that take your breath away. ” This line in the movie “Hitch” took me by surprise. Tangled within a 21st-century romantic comedy complete with all the requisite sins of...

Christmas Candles

“Excuse me, sir? Could you help us?’ I looked up from a chicken biscuit, Coca-Cola, my Bible, and journal to meet the gaze of a determined man. He was bundled up for a blizzard. His boots, pants, jacket, and sock hat were all worse for wear—like they’d...
The Greatest Season of All

The Greatest Season of All

My dad was my hero, and I’ve missed him every single day of the 23 years since he got called up to “The Show” by God Himself. I wrote this reflection in 2003, just a few weeks before he passed away. Baseball is a gentleman’s game played in bursts of heart-stopping...