I like a plan.
For all its manifold charms—Vince Guaraldi’s evergreen jazz score first among them—the highlight of the Charlie Brown Christmas special is the moment when Linus recites the story of the angels announcing Jesus’ birth.
Waiting for presents on Christmas morning was never the hard part.
I’m a practical Midwestern girl, born to a certified public accountant.
My wife writes the best thank-you notes. They make people cry.
American evangelicals are rediscovering the church calendar.
I have the good fortune (misfortune?) of being located in a highly competitive congressional district right in the midst of election season.
What happens when two mass murderers are invited by a documentary filmmaker to reenact their most brutal crimes?
St. Augustine famously prayed, “Lord, grant me holiness, but not yet.” (Domine, da mihi sanctitiam, sed noli modo.) We may relate to his prayer.
I have four simple words of advice for you if you’re looking for a church: it’s not about you.