There are many wise and spiritual reasons to journal, but I am delighted that I have left a paper trail if only because it’s such fun to stumble over forgotten happenings. One of our sons, evidently, came home with hair the color of those food dyes we wouldn’t let him eat. When Chuck and I…
Years ago, I enjoyed team ministry with a Belizean church. With two dozen women and girls, I slept on the floor of what was once a dance hall. That is, I tried to sleep, watching the mirrored disco ball circle overhead. Music from partiers in the park across the street blasted through our open windows.…
This is where Chuck grew up in a home that centered on affluence, leisure, and entertainment. There was so much that was unholy about that place. It is to the glory of God alone that Chuck has built such a different home that emphasizes sacrifice, kingdom service, and hospitality. There is something of the holy…
