The Golden Hours

When we emerged on to the busy High with the traffic streaming past, we shook hands, and he said 'I shan't say goodbye. We'll me...

I'm not much of a poet, but I wrote a poem the other day. Although it is not targeted towards any man, it captures--in a small way--m...

We were not made in God's image for nothing. The child's preference for sweets over spinach, mankind's universal love for the...

Fall was a difficult season for me. I was living too much in that season. The slow decay, the slipping away of life-as-we-know-it, the g...

There are some friendships that feel "good" because they spread smoothly and unobtrusively into the "Friends" cubby h...

O LORD, No day of my life has passed that has not  proved me guilty in thy sight.         Prayers have been uttered from a   prayerles...

For my own part, I have never ceased to rejoice that God has appointed me to such an office. People talk of the sacrifice I have made in ...