"In the LORD put I my trust; how say ye then to my soul, that she should flee as a bird unto the hill?" Thus, the Psalmist writes the opening of
It is drizzling here. It's funny how the Midwestern rain smells differently. I think the soft summer rain awakens the fertile earth in Iowa. The
I look into their eyes, but I cannot begin to see the depth of pain or the sense of joy. They hear us call them the "Greatest Generation," but they
This summer I’m preaching at the annual Cedar Falls Bible Conference in Cedar Falls, Iowa. They hold it at a campground just like they’ve been doing
The following essay will appear in © 2009 Small Things, Big Things: Inspiring Stories of God's Grace (P&R Publishing, to be released November 1,
Oranges for Kansas... And Hurrays for Huckabee... And Ahs for Obama.