In the fall, I posted excerpts from two books I’m currently working on: Shelter Me, an historical novel about a French village that...

i “Rabbi, tell my brother to divide the inheritance with me.” Once again Jesus is interrupted. It must happen to Him a dozen times or...

“I am thirsty,” Jesus said from the cross. It was plea. His insides burned, and he craved even just a drop to ease it. It was a...

This past summer, rummaging through a table of used books, I found Elizabeth Gilbert’s The Last American Man. It’s her 2002 biography of...

“Which of you fathers, if your son asks for a fish, will give him a snake instead? Or if he asks for an egg, will give him a scorpion? …....

I’m trying to become more indignant. And also less so. It turns out indignation – not its presence or absence, but its cause and its...

I love my new job. And I loved my old job. For 24 years, I was a pastor, and it was good (except the times it wasn’t). This past 7...

Notes from Underground is something else entirely. It’s the jumbled confession of a jaded twisted man, immersed in his own torment and...

Bunk Mates in Heaven A pastor friend of mine quipped the other day: “There are some people I couldn’t warm up to even if I was cremated...

My new friend Tony – ethnically Chinese, culturally Welsh – has managed what I thought no man could: lured me back into the game of golf....

My daughter Nicola and I have been on a road trip through Scotland. It is a remarkable country, enfolding a vast range of geography:...

My mother used to sing, in a scattershot way (she forgot entire lines and stitched the holes together by humming and mumbling), songs...