I stood in the group of fourth to sixth graders, awkward in my pre-adolescence. It was Wednesday night and I was a part of an organized...

Why did we take this journey to the cross? For me it was for the honesty that the cross demands. Have you noticed how no one lied from...

Plants need roots. Shallow tendrils won’t hold. Plants need aggressive, tunneling fingers that go deep and wide to support and supply...

Change seems to undercut every well-placed, intentional, and sometimes automatic part of the routine that encourages growth. At least...