Cindy and I were driving to the airport Tuesday morning, headed to Oregon to spend a few weeks with our oldest son, his wife, and our grandson. I was ...

Last week, I was dragging my suitcase through another airport, bleary-eyed, when I saw it: the moving sidewalk, humming along, promising to carry me f...

Last week was Easter. You’d think after three decades of doing this, I’d be past the pressure by now.

But there it was again.
That little voice…

This...

You were told you were called. So you followed.
You studied. Preached. Served. Led.
And somewhere along the way, you started to feel trapped.

You didn’...

Fourteen years ago, I walked off a stage after speaking at a pastor’s conference, and I felt…empty. Not because I didn’t believe in what I had said, b...

Twenty years ago, I was a sermon-polishing junkie—one minute of prep for every minute in the pulpit. Bible college and seminary beat it into me.  And ...