I have a confession to make. Sometimes I use commentaries during my personal devotions. That probably marks me as a theolo-geek. As would trying to …

I was proud of my initial reaction. I don’t think I hesitated more than few seconds before I asked the surgeon, “What do we need to do?” in a tone that implied – I’m ready, let’s get busy. And the bravado lasted all the way through the end-of-the-season soccer party I was hosting later that evening.

That’s when the mental assault began.

If I fancied myself an expert on family devotions, the fantasy couldn’t last longer than 24 hours. Because every evening my children happily remind me …

My friend nudged me. “Hey! Check this out!” He could hardly contain his laughter until I viewed the meme. It pictured several hundred ISIS members …

Boaz woke up one evening with a lovely, god-fearing woman lying at his feet begging him to marry her! How in the world did he manage that?

This summer I conducted a little social experiment by asking a room full of Junior-High Christian girls the following question: “Raise your hand if you’ve …

If we are truly to offer up desires that are agreeable to his will, in the name of Christ, with confession of our sins, and with thankful acknowledgment of his mercies, we should habitually pray the text of Scripture.

Grace isn’t content merely to be a comforter, it wants to be a potentate.

I’m currently sitting in line at a Manila court house to get my daughters birth certificate. What I need, apparently, is the certified true copy. …

I wasn’t prepared for the emotion I would feel when I saw the fifth video released about Planned Parenthood. The severed little hand, reaching out from the pinkish soup of other mutilated body parts, evoked in me more than a deep, sick feeling. The only word that comes to my mind is the sense of being crushed—crushed by the evil I was seeing.