Tuesday's Muse

We are stuffed, not just fed, clothes to wear, roof overhead. Christmas comes, begs us heed ones without even basic need. And why this call ...

You know the day is bound to be long When it’s called an “eve” at sunrise. Long it is for many folks in varied ways. Long for those whose ho...

It was December, 1993. Owen, our youngest, was one year old. Katie and Holly were seven and five, respectively. A puppy was on everyone’s (...

Sometimes I just have to stop and cry. Sunday afternoon I received a message from our LWW Guatemala Team. Rumaldo, pastor of the El Jute con...

As we approach, observe, and pass by the 91st recurrence of remembrance—the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month, we remember with pr...

“It falls on a Sunday this year” explains the pastor, “so even us Protestants should find a way to celebrate All Saints Day.” “But saints ar...

Not just, “How long?” but “How much can one family take?” When the “C” Reaper circles the block, over and over, faith is hard pressed to mai...