God Loves Humanity Despite Our Dark Side

I was 12; my brother was 8. We rarely got along. We lived in a big house, which my family had converted into a mission chapel in Grand Island, N.Y. Sometimes, my brother and I played together – or tolerated each other, at least – for a while. “War” was an...

An 8-Year-Old Who Understands Second Chances

His name was Chris. I don’t remember his last name. He was about 8 years old and lived a few blocks from the Louisville, Ky., church where I served as associate minister of music. I only knew him a couple of months. Chris had the husky build of a future football...

What Do Our Souls Crave in Worship?

Soul music. Then sings my soul. Soul searching. I’ve anchored my soul in the haven of rest. Put some soul into your singing. Deep in my soul. Soul Train. (Wow, I’ve dated myself with that one!) We hear the word soul a lot in our society, but its usage has...