Have you ever wanted to have a different name than the one your parents gave you?

I walked by our refrigerator to see blue painter’s tape swathed around the entire thing. Words festooned the front, written in an anonymous yet recognizable hand: Leftovers are bad!

For six days, San Antonio shivered through rolling blackouts, complete electricity outages, and no water.

If you are breathing, it’s not too late. If you are wondering “Is it too late?” it’s not too late.

You want to set yourself up to hear the word of God preached to you? Memorize Scripture with someone. My children have been preaching truth to me all summer long as we have hidden God’s Word in our hearts together.

Listening from the other room to our Kindergartener “read” a book to his younger sister, I didn’t recognize the book they were discussing. From where I sat, it sounded quite ominous.

To my children’s consternation, I had just announced chicken for dinner. Internally, I prepared myself for the clean-your-plate dance that I knew the evening would entail.

This world you’re inheriting is a broken place. Just this weekend, I saw a sight I never expected: Confederate, American, and Nazi flags all flown together in the face of all that is good.

“What made it so messy back here? Do you have stuff out all over your house? What do you have in your house?”

I still remember the day I learned to drive the old red Farmall.