I was nearly 22 years old and had just returned to my college town from a part of Africa that had missed the last three centuries. As I walked to church in my weathered, worn-in Chacos, I bumped into our new associate pastor...
Across campus, singing birds pull out all the stops, and students read in hammocks strung between trees; so spring approaches: “Cuckoo, jug-jug, pu-we, to-witta-woo!” as Elizabethan playwright Thomas Nashe wrote 400 years ago...
I love books that urge you to read more books — and I say that honestly as a reader, not just because I work for a publisher. One of our new titles makes a particularly good case for reading more...
About a month ago, one of the staff at our church plant announced that he’d be leaving at the end of the year, so funds became available for the lead pastor to ask me if I wanted to be hired to work at the church...
In order to prevent us nice Christian teenagers from indulging in let-loose drinking and debauchery on graduation night, a group of parents devised a nefarious plan...
