To feast on the beauty of Jesus, to inquire about His temple and to rest among the folds of His robe, that is what we were made for.

Today is my twenty-sixth birthday, and while that may not make me “old”, I feel the wane of time all the same. Perhaps I am just an old...

In the halls of my darkened memory, the night of my father’s passing is well-preserved. I may have forgotten a great many things about...