Evelyn is my 10-year-old daughter. For a while now, when I sit to compose meditations to send to the editorial office of El Aposento Alto, she has sat down beside me....

When my sister and I were younger, we were given a zip line for Christmas, which our father installed between two trees. My sister and I loved our zip line and...

In 1985 my father was suffering from pneumonia. The doctor told me to contact my relatives, but I had no way to reach them. I was young and in my last...

Many years ago, as a young pastor serving a small rural parish, I was honored to host Chief George and his wife from the Oklahoma Indian Missionary Conference as guest speakers...

As I sat at my desk, my heart ached from the hurt and disappointment I had been carrying. Resting my chin on my hands, I let out a long sigh. Just...

My wife and I took a late summer hiking trip through northern New Mexico. The scenery was quite a contrast to the lush, green vegetation of our home state of Michigan....

On Saturday mornings, I help sort, pack, and distribute food to people in need in our community. Grocery stores, bakeries, restaurants, and residential facilities set aside food that volunteers pick up...

I have the habit of thinking that hope is in a remote place rather than where the Lord has put me. When my current situation feels hopeless, I think that maybe...

When I first came to prison in 2006, I didn’t know anyone here. When we went to meals, the crowded cafeteria would be loud with many voices talking at the same...

On a recent Sunday morning, as the worship service was about to begin, I saw a toddler a few rows in front of me curled up tight in the arms of...