My fifth-grade teacher loved old adages. She had one for every occasion.
Yoga isn’t nearly as controversial in Christian circles as it was when I was growing up.
In C.S. Lewis’s book, The Screwtape Letters, we see a dialogue between Screwtape, a senior demon under Satan’s employ, and his nephew, Wormwood.
As a mother of two very young children, there’s a lot of what you might call “boundary setting” in our household.
It seems at times that everything in this world is set up to make us turn away from God.
Chances are you’ve repeated this old rhyme or have been around someone who has chanted this in the last few weeks of school.
This year marks my third summer living in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula at Willow Creek’s Camp Paradise.
I have been married for a long time, and I would give my least eloquent prayer some credit for it.
My love language is quality time. If Jesus had a love language, it might be His too.