As I sat on my grandmother’s back porch sipping sun tea, my two-year-old daughter, Jordan, toddled close to me, whispering, “tiny hole.” As I tried...


As I sat on my grandmother’s back porch sipping sun tea, my two-year-old daughter, Jordan, toddled close to me, whispering, “tiny hole.” As I tried...

When the torrents of unkindness and untruth rage, our faith in Christ provides the power to heal and save. I stood on the peaceful banks of the...

Is your faith hidden in plain sight? As my son Justin and I hiked through the heather moorland of the Cairngorm Mountains, the bog cotton...

He makes winds his messengers, …flames of fire his servants. Psalm 104:4 (NIV) The hand-written sign,...

Life threatens to make us weary. Endless deadlines, responsibilities, and to-do lists overwhelm us. We long for a way to escape when we feel we can...

I stood with my toes hanging over the edge of the Blyde River Canyon in South Africa, experiencing the thrill of a seven-hundred-foot drop. Michael...