You Shall Not Steal

At nine years old, I stood in my Dad’s office supply room in the half-light, in my mind risking eternal salvation for a shiny metal box to hold my rock collection. In the days after I stole the box, I tried to justify my actions. I’ll never forget the dichotomy of my parents’ response during […]

God’s Response to List-Makers (Old Wine Skins)

When challenged about rules, regulations,and stipulations, Jesus answered with this word picture: “No one sews a patch of unshrunk cloth on an old garment, for the patch will pull away from the garment, making the tear worse. Neither do men pour new wine into old wineskins. If they do, the skins will burst, the wine […]

Indy Storm

I haven’t missed an Indy 500 since 1972. When I was nine years old, I convinced my parents during the race to allow me to go to the gift shop by myself. I wanted a purchase that blue tie-dyed T-shirt in remembrance of this historic day. I had barely reached the shop when race officials […]

The Dirt Road

At nine years old, I walked down a dirt road compacted with sand and stone crunched by the horse-and-buggies that carried people to my home church a century earlier. As I crept inside the church’s double doors, I realized that it was just God and me, so I asked Him a question: “God, what do […]