We have lovely conversations around our dining room table. And not a small handful of odd ones. This Monday’s breakfast was no exception.

I recently learned a new word in Spanish. It’s “desahógate.”

Who Are You Chasing? New pedals?
Bethel’s vibe? Happiness? A bigger worship team?

We’re hosting a work team of young missionaries of the Mennonite flavor.

As you make your way down our lane, several wooden signs are hanging from the tall cypress trees, each with a phrase from Psalm 23.

My college friend Shad recently posted a video on Facebook to rally the troops.

Yesterday, when I needed it most, I found a scriptural encouragement on old Mission Challenge letterhead while cleaning out a storage room on the farm where we live.

We live on a volcano. Don’t worry. It’s sleeping.

I sat around the table with my worship leader friends and asked them this question. “What’s it like when you schedule training for your team?”

I’m using an app on my iPhone to track my activity level.

There’s lots of talk about what is happening at Asbury.

Do I have what it takes?

While I was growing up, on many Sunday mornings, my family would eat coffee soup.

I was twenty-six. Having recently moved cross-country, leaving the long summers of South Texas for the short ones of Pennsylvania, I was learning many new customs in this new culture.

This is not us!

All my adult life, I’ve carried extra weight.

I never know what messages you are hearing from others, from yourself, from the voice of the deceiver.

My nephew David made the ideal, last-minute case for our family picture the night before we moved to Costa Rica two and a half years ago.

I love words! They unlock meaning if you study them out. A word recently blew up in my face.

There was a famous golfer who was visiting the king of a country. The king wanted to give him a gift, so he asked him what he liked.