When I was a kid, I hated tomatoes.

One of my life scriptures is Psalm 73. The last verse is a favorite.

We have lovely conversations around our dining room table. And not a small handful of odd ones. This Monday’s breakfast was no exception.

I recently learned a new word in Spanish. It’s “desahógate.”

I love Costa Rican “dichos” - idioms or sayings that get thrown into almost every conversation.

My three teenage children went to a youth camp recently.

Who Are You Chasing? New pedals?
Bethel’s vibe? Happiness? A bigger worship team?

We’re hosting a work team of young missionaries of the Mennonite flavor.

As you make your way down our lane, several wooden signs are hanging from the tall cypress trees, each with a phrase from Psalm 23.

My college friend Shad recently posted a video on Facebook to rally the troops.

Very early in my worship leading journey, I attended a worship conference that marked me for life.

Yesterday, when I needed it most, I found a scriptural encouragement on old Mission Challenge letterhead while cleaning out a storage room on the farm where we live.

I sat around the table with my worship leader friends and asked them this question. “What’s it like when you schedule training for your team?”

I found out about a recent conference called “ALTARS.”

I’m using an app on my iPhone to track my activity level.

I saw this image, and it captured my current season.

There’s lots of talk about what is happening at Asbury.

Do I have what it takes?

While I was growing up, on many Sunday mornings, my family would eat coffee soup.

I was twenty-six. Having recently moved cross-country, leaving the long summers of South Texas for the short ones of Pennsylvania, I was learning many new customs in this new culture.