If the praise of man elates me and his blame depresses me; if I cannot rest under misunderstanding without defending myself if I love to be loved more than to love…then I know nothing of...

Down through the centuries, the Savior has repeatedly lifted the fallen from the holes they’ve dug for themselves one shovel scoop at a time. After His grand rescue, the Redeemer does not always seal that...

People in Haiti eat dirt because it gives their starving bodies a false sense of satisfaction. But mud pies don’t fill. They merely mask real hunger. […] I saw the mud pies as a metaphor...