It said one thousand words, that photograph, coming through the newsfeed.  On the windswept plains, a tableau unfolds, drawing the eye, catching the heart. To the right, an empty wheelchair,

This year, the adult track had featured something different, a “Wise Sage Series.” Instead of one evangelist, we’d had four. And the youth–oh, the youth, they were learning that “you

Dear friend, The word for today is be-ing. Just as Elmo and his friends on that one special street had their own “word on the street,” this one’s yours. Be-ing.

From my spot at the counter, I hear it. The clink and the thrum of this bustling place. Door whooshes, coffee spurts and a barista chirps cheerful at the register.

It was in a simple country church on simple hardwood pews that we received The Word of the Lord from stolid country pastors. That’s how I grew up. There, on

It was the old, gray-haired lady, frame marked by the passing of time, and hardship, who nailed it. In one succinct sentence, she summed it up. She, new believer, come