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Somewhere in the world tonight someone is planning to kill as many human beings as possible.  In doing so, they will most assuredly die with their victims.  They are not afraid because someone has convinced them that God will be pleased and they are guaranteed...

A little girl standing in line behind us at Staples this evening went over to a display and picked up a bottle of hand sanitizer.  Looking at her mom she said, “I need a new one of these because I wasted the last one.”  I...

When I was in college I had to take P.E. as a part of my theology curriculum.  If it really had been Physical Education I would not have minded.  I wanted to know more about myself and how to get stronger. However, the curriculum was...

Could switching to God’s side really save your soul?   Do dogs chase cats?  Did the little piggy cry, “wee wee wee” all the way home?   Was Abe Lincoln honest? Jesus said, “Very truly I tell you, whoever hears my word and believes him who sent...

It was May 19, 1780 America was brand new and state houses of legislature were busy forming the government.  But this day things were different.  This day became known as the Great Dark Day.  At noon the perfect combination of smoke from Canadian forest fires,...

In Paradise Lost John Milton wrote, "Servant of God, well done; well hast thou fought the better fight, who single hast maintained against revolted multitudes the cause of truth, in word mightier than they in arms, and for the testimony of truth hast born universal...

Last summer the rhododendron plants set this year’s blossoms. The buds were formed and all winter they have slept and waited for this coming June.  We have hundreds of blossoms waiting to overwhelm us with beauty.  This afternoon I stood holding one in my hand...

It had been a long dusty trip over some of the world's worst roads after we left the only paved road in central Uganda.  Four of us were packed into a small English Ford as we tried to breathe through the clouds of dust generated...

I passed a very specific group of people this weekend and found myself grateful that I did not have to associate with them.  My sons would accuse me of being an elitist but I would argue that was not the case.  It was not that...

I love musty old bookstores.   There is something mystical about browsing about shelves of books that have not seen the light of day for who knows how long.  There used to be, maybe it is still there, one near Columbia University where room led onto...