Discovering Hidden Blessing in a Place of Sorrow

In 1968, at age 60, my father had a heart attack. For a man who was a carpenter and had to work with his hands to make a living, this changed everything.  After his heart attack, my father took a remodeling job in an adjoining city with a plan for a house to...

A Great Lady

Every Christmas my father would buy my mother a perfume called, Great Lady. As a boy, I can still remember the look on my mother’s face when she unwrapped this anticipated gift each year and then glanced over at my father as our family unwrapped our presents....

The Passionate Embrace of God

When I gave Jan the first hug of the morning, I pulled her in extra close. When our faces met, something funny happened. Jan said, “Look at your glasses. They are all fogged up!” Through my foggy lens, I smiled and said, “We still have the passion...