I like to think of myself as one of Jesus’ disciples. Not a doubting Thomas or a betraying Judas—more like John, “the one Jesus loved,”...

It happened. I knew it might. It had been building for years. Someone said "Happy Easter,"  and I just kind of froze. I didn’t know what...

My wife, Trace, and I were driving to Urgent Care to seek help for a worsening health condition she was experiencing. On the way, we...