Who’s Driving?

Our kids rode many miles in the old back seat of our car. And they had their share of turf battles over who was taking up more than his share of the seat. Pretty customary with three kids in the back seat when you drive quite a ways. They also spent some time sleeping...

Feeling Dirty, Getting Clean

Our son once worked with youth and briefly stayed rent-free with a family. One day, the man of the house asked him to help with some plumbing. “Plumbing? Sure. Where’s the plunger?” he asked. “No plunger needed,” came the reply. Sounded simple....

Feeling Dirty, Getting Clean

Our son had just moved to an Indian reservation to work among the young people there, and for a short time he stayed rent-free at the home of a Native American family. Well, sort of rent-free. One day the man of the house asked our son to help him with a little...

The Freedom of Total Dependency

I can still remember my wife’s excited phone call that day. She said, “Honey! The baby just turned over!” Hey! He was three months old; it was a big deal. It’s hard to believe there was a time you couldn’t turn yourself over. Can you...

The Great Wall Destroyer

If you’d seen the front lawn of our office, you wouldn’t have been able to tell that there had been a change inside. The only evidence of that was that there was an uncustomary pile of shattered sheetrock in this big lump in the yard. The changes were on...