Chinese grocery stores are nostalgic places for me. A whiff of fishy odor greets me at the door. I am suddenly transported to a different ti...

My dear friend, Hearing from you brings me great joy. In your letter, you asked, is it wrong to desire "chemistry" in a potentia...

Our lives are held together by a string of deaths and births. We lose things; we gain things. We say hello; we say goodbye. Hope is born; ...

Last week, we welcomed spring with open arms, thrilled to see the grass again. I rejoiced over that warm gray hue on the lake. The ducks see...

Elisabeth Elliot continues to be a faithful companion. Her book, These Strange Ashes , is a collection of stories from her year as a jungle...

Mary was always at your feet. When you came by for a visit and her sister wanted her in the kitchen, she listened to your teaching at your...

I cried in my Hebrew class. It was my first semester at Trinity, almost nine years ago. Dr. Magary was explaining grammar and syntax in th...