FacebookTwitterGoogle+DiggPinterestBlogger “Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me. I lift

“I’m worried,” he says, “about making mistakes.” At school. I drop to my knees beside his bed. “My teacher talks kinda loud, so when I mess up, I get embarrassed.”

Dear parents of daughters, Of all things, it happened again at church. There we were, talking about parenting in this tough and mixed-up world, and there it came. I used

It was on a blistering August day in the summer of 1987 that two dark-headed, naive, but determined kids walked up the aisle, gave the assent, pledged their troth, and

If you have been following me here for any length of time on the blog, you’ll know that I’ve begun to speak quite frankly. To teach plainly and boldly on

It was nearly a year ago now on Labor Day Weekend 2015 that we launched our son; our brave, handsome, ready-to-change-the-world arrow. On a hot Atlanta day, we hugged him

On the windswept plains, there’s a crowded gym. A basketball, it smacks, thunk, thunk, thunk on the wooden floor. A ref’s whistle blows. The buzzer sounds, and a group of

I’d prefer this to be a Wordless Wednesday, but when the Spirit stirs, I must obey… Sitting here, typing away at my stack of reports, nudge comes, and I know;

In the twilight, they’re blinkin’. Across The Three, waaaayyy back by the fence row, the fireflies are sparkin’, throwin’ light-flashes up in the dark. Behind me, Mister’s hammerin’ up a

In the middle of a busy workday, reports stacking up like planes over Atlanta, I feel compelled to stop. And to share a quick word, to break Bread of Life,