The Ark Encounter Two years ago, I got to visit the Ark Encounter in Williamstown, Kentucky. I had wanted to go for a long time, and it finally worked out. The entire experience surpassed my expectations. The late-June day was overcast and cool, so it was easy to imagine a looming storm. If you have been there, you remember your very first impression. Mine was fear wrapped in safety. You enter semi-darkness amid ominous thunderbooms as you inch your way through the

Many years ago while on choir tour with Spring Arbor College, my undergraduate alma mater, I had the privilege of visiting the Billy...

Introduction: This past week was extremely sad for those of us who took the assassination of Charlie Kirk personally. It seemed that...

Introduction Our culture has long ago lost the inimitable charm of living for others. "Please yourself" has become the mantra of the...

She doesn't know this, but my niece inspired me to post my ideas that have been sitting in my draft box almost all summer--my post...

Fulfillment of Promises Andrew Murray said, "A promise from God is worth just as much as fulfillment." The Lord has given us well...

The Dead Tree Perhaps every neighborhood has one--the dreaded dead tree in a neighbor's yard that you hope does not fall on your house...

It was Sunday, October 29, 2017, in High Point, North Carolina. I had pulled in my parents' driveway on my way home from church, as I often did in those days. Somehow their sweet spirits lingered in their house among all their precious things, even though my father had passed away at the end of June and my mother had died a week before Christmas in 2016. Losing them six months apart had taken a toll I was not capable of comprehending at that time. My own health had broken

Sunlight on a bird wing And moonlight on a rose— Silver threads of heaven Woven into gold— Breaths of mountain...

For all the hopes that died with time, For all the dreams now dust-- For all the trinkets of the past Encrusted now with rust-- For all the plans left unfulfilled, The books unread still shelved-- For all the closets jumbled With worn out shoes and belts-- For dishes never set for eight, For those who never came-- For napkins creased with decades And silver blotched with age-- For wrinkles etched in b