Over the holidays, I decided to go visit an elderly woman I deeply admired.
Occasionally, on Facebook, I’ll post something I call a “thrift store find of the week.”
A father’s influence in a child’s life is inestimable.
It happened on a Blue Friday.
This coming Sunday afternoon (Dec. 8), my artist friend Craig Thorpe and I will be signing copies of “Faith Matters: The Ebb and Flow of Unstoppable Hope” at Island Books from 1 to 3 p.m.
I love Thanksgiving hymns.
A few years ago, I stopped at Chief Sealth’s grave near the Agate Pass Bridge in Kitsap County.
I am reminded of the words of a first century carpenter-turned-rabbi who said, “A house divided against itself cannot stand.”
I will never forget being handed a package of Kleenex as we entered the packed auditorium.
“I just love this time of year!”
Today marks the 75th anniversary of Billy Graham’s first major evangelistic crusade.
As we were settling into life on Mercer Island, two individuals sought me out and introduced themselves to me.
But now, without a paying job, I feel naked.