I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but we live in a country where a bartender can land in jail for serving one too many beers, while a judge can turn a violent criminal loose on the public and go home to a steak dinner. Think about that for a second. A bartender, in the middle…

Revelation 11:10 has been rattling around my head these last couple of days. And I’ll tell you what–it’s not the sort of verse you stitch on a sampler. “And those who dwell on the earth will rejoice over them and make merry and exchange presents, because these two prophets had been a torment to those…

I was late joining Charlie Kirk’s livestream that day. Five minutes in, the screen filled with a tent, folding chairs, and young faces eager—or maybe just curious—about a conversation. Then, faster than my coffee could cool, the world turned upside down. A shot cracked the air. A chair rattled. A microphone slipped from someone’s hand.…

You know, ninety-eight percent of folks I run into online—heck, sometimes in person too—are ready to tell you what Charlie Kirk said, what Charlie meant, and how Charlie ruined the world with it. I read the comments, shake my head, and think, none of you have ever heard him speak. Not once, not even five…

How I wish I could tell you that I cannot remember the last time I wore a necktie. Unfortunately, I can. I remember because I’ve had to knot that slippery piece of cloth around my neck at least six times this year. Not once has it been for a wedding, a graduation, or even one…

I’ve always liked instructions. I like lists. I prefer things to be spelled out clearly, ideally in bold letters and accompanied by a picture. That’s why I never understood the Big Book for Alcoholics when it said, “Take it one day at a time.” One day at a time? Which one day? Today? Yesterday? Tomorrow?…

I keep saying, “The world’s gotten so violent.” Then I remember I’m wrong. Humans have always been violent. Always. Remember Cain and Abel? Population: four. Number three kills number four. That’s right—four people. Four! And already somebody’s lying in the dirt while someone else’s hands are bloody. Think about that. The world didn’t need video…

When I came home this morning, I expected the usual greeting. Buddy, waiting by the door, tail wagging like a metronome set to “happy.” But not today. Instead, I found him still in bed, looking mighty cozy, which should’ve been my first clue. Sure enough, nestled beside him like a fuzzy houseguest who forgot to…

Grief is a strange teacher. It makes the ordinary sound extraordinary—the slam of a cupboard feels like an earthquake, the hum of a refrigerator sounds like thunder, and the silence of an empty house can feel heavier than a hundred voices. Loss strips away what doesn’t matter, leaving you with only one question: What am…

Can I tell you what a blessing it is to have a friend like Dave Angell? And before you think I’m being cute about his last name—no, it’s not a radio gimmick. It’s the real deal. Angell. The first time I heard Dave’s voice float out of a speaker, it was sometime around 1970 or…