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My wife was giving our young son a bath one night when he raised a toy helicopter above his head and said, “I saw God from my...

When my father was teaching me how to ride a bike, he also taught me about sin. We lived in Vienna, just having arrived from Minnesota....

Have you ever taught a lesson over symbolism to a room full of thirty-three teenagers while holding cupped handfuls of your own...

Let me lie fallow beside the old patch of earth, weedless now and forgotten, ignored because it has no more to give. Let me rest upon its...