Three times zones, 17 states and 6,891 highway miles. Could be magic, could be tragic.

I have found that it is unproductive to force theological ideas into the minds of students despite their disinterest.

In these women and men I see my sister, myself, my God.

I wondered if it is because he sees the unseen that his prayer was slower, perhaps more sincere than mine.

Christ freely chose to pour out his lifeblood for the salvation of that frivolous young punk, mankind.

Who was I there for: my son or me?