“And there were shepherds living out in the fields nearby, keeping watch over their flocks at night. An angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the

He struggles as he comes in the door. A jaunty cap seated firmly on his aged brow, he presents at the front desk, clutching an envelope. “I need you to

In a mere two weeks, they will land. Mr. Schrock has pulled off his version of a Hallmark Christmas miracle, and on a wintry December Saturday, three blue-eyed sons from

Last year, a young man stepped into a large and exciting assignment. The door that opened was not exactly the one he would have chosen. Yet, in spite of a

On a brisk fall day, I pointed my snappy, red car toward our small-town grocery store. We were nearly out of milk, and I knew the fallout if that were

Here in the Midwest, fall’s brush has begun to touch the land. This year’s arrival is late. Unseasonably warm weather has delayed its return. Now, though, there are bits of

On this quintessential fall day, I glance out the plate-glass window. The street just beyond is busy. Trucks of every size rumble by, engaged in the noble work of commerce.

Yesterday as I was praying for a friend’s daughter who has wandered away from God, I found myself saying this, “Do not let her outrun you forever.” And like that,

This essay was first published on The Daily BS on October 3, 2025. It’s a precious milestone that’s worthy of a grand celebration. Next week will mark five years of

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