Far from my usual blog offerings, this post is painfully personal and yet full of wonder. I offer it as a sign of hope amidst the...

My father was a careful man.  An architect.  A woodworker.  A builder. And a fount of axioms.  Given his passions, one favorite was...

My seminary classmate Don awoke one morning to discover that the left half of his body was numb.  He could barely move his limbs, and so...