I was standing at a precipice. It was 12:45 a.m. The hour of morbid introspection. I was worn out and numb from the day. Sleep was not yet...

I always have something to prove. It is a disease. A bad habit. I want people to think certain things about me, as though I can control thei...

In our house, a house where there are two seminary students, Bibles are as common as bananas. Years ago, I watched a video of Christians g...

...the soul of Jonathan was knit to the soul of David, and Jonathan loved him as his own soul... (1 Samuel 18:1) Behold, how ...

When Hans was my gentleman-friend , our long-distance "dates" would at times include lengthy readings from Jonathan Edwards' t...

I love snow. I lost my key, again . This time, we did not find it. It is still out there, somewhere. Buried in the snow. It must h...

Hunger. The first thing babies communicate to mom and dad: "I want food, and you." As the years grow, our hunger grows. Our wants ...