Of Battles and Angels

It’s bedtime once more, and that means my son gets to ask existential questions about life and God—right before prayer. My five-year-old son always seems to have deeper questions. Last night, he asked about angels. Specifically, he asked, “Dad, are angels God’s soldiers?” I have no idea where he comes up with these things. As … Read more

More Than a Marathon: A Promise to My Son

My legs screamed in protest as I stepped out of the finish area, each step a reminder of the brutal toll the marathon had taken. The five blocks to my car stretched before me like an impossible journey. Just standing took effort. Every movement reminded me of the damage—the lingering injury in my left leg, … Read more