It’s a joy to watch him. Up and down, back and forth he runs for two solid hours, including commercial breaks. In a move that utterly frustrates opponents, he throws

Taking the mike, he begins to pray. To intercede for one who not there; for the boy who lies in a hospital bed in another city, another state. His number

In the brief encounters we’d had there where creativity flowed, the smell of fresh-ground beans filled the air, and lovely pressed-tin ceilings towered, she’d become a trusted mentor.  Dispensing words

“Dear Mr. Schrock,” read the notice. “From the sounds of it, your kids are killing each other by the light of the Christmas tree. Which, of course, they’re supposed to

How many times had the enemy whispered this in times of defeat to the children of light? How much havoc and devastation had he wrought in the hearts of those

I’d called her recently, needing insight, seeking wisdom. And she, she dug right in, saying it plain. “Do you know what it is?” she asked. “There is a clinical depression,

“What in the world are they thinking?” That’s the question folks are asking in diners, in barbershops and around watercoolers across the country. This is quickly followed by, “And what

In a time of personal crisis, she’d come. Come with a sweet southern accent, heart wide open and eyes that really saw. She’d come–no, much more, she’d been sent. Sent

“Boy, this place can go from 0 to 60 in 5. Seconds, that is, which is as long as it takes for the bottom three to hop out of bed

“Who will take me?” he’d wondered aloud, sitting beside me in a darkened auditorium. “Shall I walk?” I’d laughed. “Oh, no. Daddy or I can take you. We’ll make sure