It’s a phenomenon that has swept the nation. With few exceptions, it’s one that the Schrocks haven’t embraced. It’s reality TV, and it looks like it’s here to stay. Every

“Carefree.”  I wait. Heart beats sure, throbs steady in the still of the morn, and Jesus, He speaks. “Care-free.” I’m listening; just waiting, for He’s stirring.  God, I sense, is

Just as things began to lighten up, it hit. You crawled into bed on a Saturday night. After flipping and flopping to find just the right spot, your flannel-clad posterior

I see you here at the start of another week. I see the crease that lines your brow; note the load upon your back. I see, too, that place of

Driving along in morning’s sun, the snow’s melting diamond droplets from eaves and branches. And those words, they come for the faint. “Don’t be weary of doing good.”  Turning left,

It was a mutual thing. There he was, looking stunned, and there I was, feeling stunned. It happened at the local Dairy Queen. Inspector Gadget, number three in the queue,

Today, down on the plains of my hometown. In the wheat belt where combines roll, devouring golden stalks of grain. There, where ground lies cold, lies hard and fallow, they

It was a 90-cent Twix bar that did it. That, and a real short fuse. According to news reports, a 27-year-old Iowan was fired after an unfortunate incident involving a

It’s my dad. Static crackles on the line. They must be out driving somewhere. But then it settles, and his words, they come clear, “Their daughter was killed today in