I recently came across some alarming statistics. Even if they are only 5% correct, it bothers me beyond words to look at them. So, here are a few of my thoughts on parenting. Every time I hear (or say) the words “my children,” I always remember that children are separate, unique individuals who have their distinct lives….

Because the alternative is unthinkable, unimaginable, and meaningless. Believing in God means believing that there is an almighty God, that we need to live our lives according to His rules, and that life does not end at death. The opposite would then imply that there is no God, we can live according to our own rules, and life ends at death. Here’s why that’s unthinkable…

Growing up in an apartment building, we had a hallway that had four doors to four homes. My mother would always clean the entire hallway but for some reason our neighbors would only clean the small area between their own door and the hallway entrance. It would always puzzle and bother her why they only cleaned in front of their door. Did they think dust in other areas would not move? A few years later…

“Father! – to God himself we cannot give a holier name.” ~ William Wordsworth
My father has been helping me fix up a few things at the house over the past few weekends. The ride there is about forty minutes. I’m sure in hindsight these will be some of the most special times of my life. When we get into the car, we are not yet tired and talk about interesting topics, our mother, life in general, world politics, his life, real estate, anything and everything. Yesterday I noticed that I …

I wrote this in response to a poem with the same title by my friend. After receiving permission to use the title, I wanted to share it here. It is dedicated to my best friend to whom I am honored to be married for over ten years now. This will also have to speak for itself…