Catholic Sprouts invited me to host their podcast this week and share 5 of my favorite saint stories. I agreed immediately, and to be honest, the only difficulty was in whittling it down to only 5. Not only did Jesus promise that those who believe in Him will do greater things than He did (John […]
4:50 am. I lie awake, tired and questioning. Is this headache enough for me to just go back to sleep? 5 drowsy minutes slip by. Lord, is it Your will that I get up anyway? Silence. Though I do get the ever-so-slight feeling that I should just get up and go, I question if it’s […]
A couple weeks ago we did one of the See for Yourself guides on “Dads Love.” The theme of the guide is that fathers are made in the likeness and image of God, that God pursues our hearts, and that we as fathers share in His fatherhood by pursuing the heart of God, the heart […]
The year after college I worked at a hospital on a psych and drug rehab unit for 13- to 18-year-olds. I had seen Amanda when I left the night before. That morning, things were in disarray.
A while back I was talking to my son who had just graduated from college. He had paid his own way through school, rented his own apartment, purchased his own car and I was congratulating him when he looked at me and said “yeah I did it. I did it myself.”
24 years ago we were at a water park in southern Florida. My son John-Andrew was 3 at the time, and he was a cute, pudgy little thing. He couldn’t swim, and so the two of us would would go into the different pool areas together and I would swim with him. We would dunk […]
I’m blessed to have 10 children between the ages of 6 and 27. I didn’t start out wanting to have a large family. I came from a family of four, my wife came from a family of eight, and when we talked about how many kids we wanted to have I remember saying I wanted […]
Everything changes with the birth of your first child. Amazingly, God has given you a share in His own Fatherhood. You begin to sense the responsibility, the eternal consequence of your role in the life of your child. You feel your own inadequacy. It can be overwhelming.
For all of my childhood, and far further into my teen years than I would have preferred, my bedtime was exactly 8p.m. And it wasn’t just a suggestion. It was the law – forsake all hope ye who break it.