We’re all familiar with the Magi who came from the east (probably from Iraq), bringing gifts of gold, frankincense and myrrh to the One whose birth we celebrate at Christmas. These famous travelers have become the subjects of songs, sermons and pageants every year during this season. But few…

Recently I dreamed the lights on my Christmas tree suddenly went out. Alarmed, I called out for help. As I awakened, I immediately understood the meaning of my dream. I knew what God was trying to show me.

I love Christmas.

Christmas will soon be here. But did you know the key role dreams played in the story of this celebrated birth?

In 1644, the English Parliament outlawed Christmas. No celebrations of any kind were to be tolerated that commemorated the season.

Memory triggers transport us back in time—an old song, a familiar voice on the phone, going home, driving by your hometown school, revisiting the church you attended as a child; sometimes even a word spoken by a stranger can activate our onboard computer, returning us to those halcyon days o…

“Do you still look out your study window and give thanks?” asked my grandson, his question being drawn from memories of childhood.

The hospital technician sat directly across from me armed with a needle to inject a radio-active substance into my veins in preparation for a thyroid scan. Before beginning her needlework, she asked for the date of my birth.

Poets and preachers have long pointed out the similarities between the seasons of the year and of life. In effect, we’re all born in January and immediately start heading toward December. Along the way we’re initiated into life’s realities by the cold winds of winter, welcomed by the strikin…

He was a college student struggling with honest questions about life here and hereafter. His search had taken him away from the childhood beliefs instilled by his parents. Intriguing philosophical and cultic arguments appealed to his desire to be known to his supposed intellectual friends as…

Terrorism, mass killings, violence, hatred … what’s going on?

Nine words of thanksgiving written long ago from a lonely Roman prison cell might, if heeded, break down most of the barriers that divide families, hinder the growth of churches and separate friends.

The two letters on my desk are filled with encouragement, good news and evidence of a bright outlook.

Recently many of us were riveted to our TVs as we watched the emotional battle for the Supreme Court unfold. We saw sadness as a woman told her painful story. And we saw the anger of a man defending his honor and his reputation.