The Psalms only make sense when you have actually walked in the valley of the shadow of death and all his friends.
I used to think I was not great at sharing but I wonder because now my wife and daughter have the same cold I had last week.
Am I the only one who thinks, in a world of celebrity and entertainment overload, it may not be a good idea for a pastor and his wife to do a reality show?
Each week I turn to my wife on Sunday afternoon and tell her how thankful I am for our church.
Above my desk at work is a numbered Sokol print, warped by time and lack of care. It is used as filigree. No one at work understands how horrible this is.
When I was young I tried, in my zeal, to convince others of the sovereignty of God. As I age, in my need for hope in suffering, I have to convince myself.
My wife is the best part of my day.
The corporate world will trend toward a Machiavellian position of strength.
Self-tying ties. Scientists need to get on that.
My daughter is carrying on the tradition of Redmond poetry.
Echoes and Stars 