Morning thoughts

  When I was a kid, I thought my mother and grandmother were magicians. Their wand wasn’t a slender stick of wood, but a strange, D-shaped t...

  Why we struggle to find a God who refuses to hide. There is a simple, somewhat humorous truth about the nature of God that we often overlo...

  The LORD is my shepherd, I shall not want. He makes me lie down in green pastures; He leads me beside quiet waters. He restores my soul; H...

  816-397-26XX. That sequence of numbers is etched into the gray matter of my brain (I x'd out the last two numbers for privacy), deeper...

I’ve been wrestling lately with a question that seems simple on the surface but gets deeper the more you pull at the thread: Why did God cre...