I’m still in awe.
The Christmas story is startling.
Jesus did not come for Christmas pageants, Christmas trees, or cookies.
I remember sitting on a couch a couple years ago across from my spiritual director explaining why I felt like a failure.
About ten years ago, when I was young, single, and had a lot of free time on my hands, I read Richard Foster’s Celebration of Discipline.
Six years ago, I was stuck in a major spiritual rut.
My childhood piano book contained a picture of blue-robed, smiling trombone players next to the music for “When the Saints Go Marching In.”
University campuses have always been dangerous places.
As the school year starts, we are once again inundated with activities large and small.
Josh Garrels speaks like he sings. What comes out of his mouth is lyrical, thoughtful, worthwhile.