by Chris Henderson Some time ago, as I was experiencing a worship service, the song began: “Good, Good Father.” I sang along and realized...

Two people walking together seems to work well. I know, for me, there are times that I need a strong shoulder to lean on or a hand to...

It all started when my father, a now retired Army Major General, was deployed to Vietnam. My mother, who loved all animals big and small,...

“The work or practice of looking after those unable to care for themselves” The work…the practice. It takes work and practice to care. Do...

You need friends with gifts that you do not possess. You need to ask for help, even when you think it will inconvenience others.

Do we do it? Do we really take the time to breathe? From my experience as a voice teacher, I would say we neglect this very basic practice.

Today I am steering my writing a little towards the musicians in our circle. Some of you have been in churches all over this country. You...

On a department store rack years ago, there were five brightly colored ties —so bright and childish that many shoppers probably passed by...

“Juli, are you sure you don’t want to wait until Chris gets here from the other hospital?” “No, my friend is here. She has cared for...

I love foggy days. They have a mystery about them. They can feel cozy and warm. They are hot coffee and beautifully lit candle mornings...