I wish he could just be normal and healthy and run around and play with his brothers and speak to me. But that’s not reality. The reality is it’s hard. The reality is I hate it.
I recently ran across a song I wrote when I found out we would be having twins. It’s an incredibly cheesy poem, wherein I fantasize about all the fun adventures I’ll be having with the twins: running around and rough-housing, the projects we’d work on together, the conversation’s we’d have… the fun experiences I’d introduce them to.
When it comes to issues of tolerance, I think the Church needs to stop looking at what the sinners and unbelievers are doing, and start looking at the early Christian church. When it comes to tolerance, the early church sets a great example: They tolerated immense persecution, deserted by their families, murdered by their government,…
My youngest brother, Tim, turns 18 today. He is the youngest of 8 children, and is officially recognized as a legal adult. Tim was the last child from my childhood, and now he’s legally allowed to smoke, gamble, go to strip clubs, and (gasp) vote! Pretty crazy stuff! Anyway, it got me thinking about becoming…
If you enjoy spending 26 minutes watching a montage of another family’s home videos, then you will love this.
Just wanted to briefly tell you about a really cool event I’m involved with called Comic Creators for Freedom! Each year, over 100 comic creators from around the world come together to raise funds in support of Love146. Love146 is a non-profit organization dedicated to ending child trafficking and exploitation through Survivor Care, Prevention Education, Professional Training,…
A friend recently issued a challenge, asking for one valid argument against gay marriage. I offered two, and then explained why I’m not griping about Prop 8 and DOMA being overturned.
In this devotional, I talk about knowing God’s will. I also like to think this is the first devotional with a cameo by Ron Burgundy.
An unfortunate part of our human nature is, once we’ve reached a conclusion about someone or something, we tend to seek out evidence to support that conclusion. We easily accept the “reminders” to harbor bad feelings towards someone, but are skeptical toward the things that might dampen that negativity.
Late one Christmas night, less than two months before his 3rd birthday, I was overcome with emotion and a strong sadness over Hunter’s condition. The feeling was so strong that it brought me to uncontrollable tears, kept me awake, and ultimately lead me to write the following.