Like many Christian children, summer camp was a standard feature of my childhood. I approached camp with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. It excited me because the week featured hiking, archery, marksmanship, swimming, fishing, and, of course… snipe hunting. Every year, buses, vans, and cars arrived bursting at the seams with excited children, sleeping bags, and sunscreen. Late night bonfires with guitars and worship music formed my character and challenged my spiritual walk. [Read more…]
I’m a night owl. Something about the sinking sun inspires me, and my mind just won’t shut down. My best ideas happen when others sleep, and on occasion, I find myself falling asleep as I should be rising to face the day’s responsibilities. [Read more…]
Our little guy shocked us when he was in second grade with an example none of us could soon forget. The blunder took his father with us to a home school class out of town–a full day off work–to confess a lie he told when caught up in the moment. A visiting meteorologist in science class sparked a one-upping moment from the eager little learners, and my boy could not be outdone, so he shared with tears in his eyes a completely imaginary account of losing his baby sister in a tornado. Facing that lie took help, and a father who loved him made the perfect partner. [Read more…]
“No Son, I don’t have the money,” my younger self often said.
“Just use that credit card,” more often than not the reply rolled so easily off my children’s tongues. They had very little understanding of how money works and that that card linked to actual money in my account, that we actually could run all the way out of money. [Read more…]