Heaven Can Wait
Bryan was walking the Arkansas highway shoulder with only the moon to guide him. Backpack slung over his shoulder. Blisteringly cold.
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Bryan was walking the Arkansas highway shoulder with only the moon to guide him. Backpack slung over his shoulder. Blisteringly cold.
I have no children. The closest I ever came to having a child was when my wife got me a goldfish for Christmas. His name was Gary.
Here is how the typical morning of a columnist goes. You sit down at the computer. And before you write, you begin by asking yourself the age-old question, “Why should anyone care what I have to say?”
Since the day that Adam and Eve got kicked out of Eden, life hasn’t been fair. Will there every be an end to our suffering?
Do you look forward to Valentine’s Day, or do you try to ignore that it exists? There’s plenty of love out there for everybody.
Many people are living in unbearable circumstances and have been for a very long time and things have not gotten any better for them.
Suicide is a dirty word. Try using it in mixed company. Try using “suicide” at a dinner party. You wouldn’t. Because suicide is not something people talk about.
Americans are arguing right now. And believe me, I get it. There is a lot going on. Everyone has differences of opinion.
But I wondered if we Americans couldn’t put aside our disagreements for a moment, and agree on a few things we love.
Isaiah is a difficult book to read and understand. What can we learn from Isaiah’s prophecies that is relevant to us today?
A middle-aged guy sat at the piano. The middle-aged guy plays by ear. He can’t read music because as a kid he was too obsessed with girls to practice “Hot Cross Buns” under the weight of Mrs. Downing’s glaringly sinister eyes.
Paul explicitly foretells us: Remember this! In the last days there will be many troubles, because people will love themselves, love money, brag, and be proud. Can you relate?
To the three servicemen who died in a midair collision on Wednesday in Washington DC. I’m sorry.
She’s 19. Beautiful. Violent red hair. And smart. Morgan is one of those rare humans who honestly thinks math was not invented by Satan. The girl climbs into my truck, buckles herself in. “Hey,” she says. Fresh-faced and happy. Slightly out of breath. The flushed cheeks of youth. I like that she feels so at …
Sean Dietrich answers reader questions as only he can, with wit, wisdom and whimsey.
Trusting God doesn’t mean that life will be smooth sailing. But we can trust God to be with us even in our worst days and to shelter us with His loving arms.
You’re going through something right now. Something bad. Something truly, inexplicably, wholly, and everlastingly crappy.
I don’t know what it is. But it’s ugly. And it’s getting the best of you.
The Helen Keller Art show was in full swing. The center is adorned in art. Tactile pieces. Colorful artwork. Sculptures.
Is a second Trump presidency the answer? I have no idea. But I believe in an omniscient, miracle-working God, the same God who raised a flawed Samson to further His plan.
As the 19-year-old young woman returns to college classes this week; as teenagers herd across campus like droves of cattle; as students all over the nation engage in the long-cherished tradition of not reading the syllabus; I just want to say how proud I am to know Morgan Love.
Gray weather feels a lot like taking a field trip to Hell. I don’t like overcast days. Whenever the sky gets like this, I sit by a windowsill and entertain the idea of composing Russian poetry.