Category: love

  • Taste of Faith: The Essence of Christianity

    Taste of Faith: The Essence of Christianity

    This is a bit from a commercial back in the day. Can you name the item? Two all-beef patties, special sauce, lettuce, cheese, pickles, onions, on a sesame seed bun. If you answered a McDonald’s Big Mac, you’re right! Out of all the ingredients, the special sauce is what makes a Big Mac so tasty.…

  • The Struggle of Love vs. Distraction

    The Struggle of Love vs. Distraction

    The teenage couple walked hand-in-hand, crossing a stone bridge over a rainswelled creek. The heartwarming scene brought back memories of my own first love. Yet, as I drove past, I did a double take. In his other hand, the young man held a cell phone; he was staring at it, not the girl–scrolling away. The…

  • Climbing Life’s Ladders: A Personal Testimony

    Climbing Life’s Ladders: A Personal Testimony

    It was a peculiar sight, walking into the local post office this week. Two step ladders stood out on the grass—all by themselves, several feet from anything.  I noticed someone left their jacket hanging on one of them. Sure enough, two guys were on the roof of the post office. But how did they get…

  • God’s Love: A Comfort in Our Struggles

    God’s Love: A Comfort in Our Struggles

    A small Bluetooth speaker sits on the back of the paper shredder in my school’s main office. One of our secretaries enjoys streaming country and western music through it, while she works nearby. The other day, when I came to destroy some confidential documents, it struck me how shredding paper to the tune of a…

  • The Power of Love

    The Power of Love

    The sobbing student had to be carried into my office, refusing to come in under their own power. This is a sure sign of a serious problem for a principal. Normally, there are two types of criers: sad or mad. And this one seemed furious. The five-year-old stood across from my desk with clenched fists.…

  • Three Rocks. One Story.

    Three Rocks. One Story.

    The first rock made its way to my bookshelf in 2011. Anthony, one of my students, found it while walking to school and brought it to me. It’s an ordinary looking grey stone, worn smooth from years of weather, about the size of those chocolate eggs you see at Easter. But it meant something special to…