When we were babies, we had no shame about crying for help. We can't remember it, but when we were hungry, we cried out. When we had wet our diapers and...

It has always troubled me that in some circles, this Sunday after Easter is called “low Sunday.” Don’t misunderstand. I know that the Easter throngs have mostly disappeared, the flowers have...

“There was not a needy person among them” is an arresting thought. In my part of the country, especially in the warmer weather and at intersections and the end of highway...

The kindred unity of yesterday’s aspirational psalm appears to be realized in this early experiment in Christian communal living: “Now the whole group of those who believed were of one heart...

Sometimes I wonder how I’ve gone from the kid who loved to bring the hose into the sandbox and make mud pies to the adult who reads this passage and says,...

“O God,” prays the Christian in an old joke, “it’s been a good day. I’ve been a good person today. I haven’t said an ill word to anyone, or had an...

Sight and Sound Theatres in Lancaster, PA, and Branson, MO, offer live presentations of stories of the Bible. Folks from my part of the country travel, literally by the busloads, to...

“You have to manipulate the scar.” Nearly three decades ago I had cervical neck surgery requiring a horizontal incision on my neck above the collarbone. Post-surgical treatment required physical therapy. The...

This is the day. You have awoken in it. Your breath is still in your lungs—stretch your ribcage outward with a deep inhale and press it inward with a long exhale....