Life is often confusing, difficult, and seemingly meaningless. But every once in a while, we are forced to pause and lift our heads above the fray. As if invited to see with the Father’s eyes, it then becomes clear that life is actually meaningful, beautiful, and joyful.

This past Sunday my wife Nancy and I sat at a table at the William Penn Hotel in Pittsburgh with former Gordon-Conwell Board chair Rev. Dr. John Huffman and his wife Anne.

In 1998 our family experienced a family tragedy during a family reunion. Nineteen of us started the reunion-vacation but only seventeen returned home.

“So what is your name?” “Hyumdai.”

Some of the most profound and transformative Christian Spirituality of the modern period came out of Russia in the 19th century.

Basketball has been an important part of my life from the time I could dribble a ball.

What is happening at Asbury University in Wilmore, Kentucky has grabbed the attention of Christians around the world, and of social media and the even the secular press.

One of the most important verbs or, more specifically commands, in the Old Testament is the imperative to remember. “Remember the seventh day to keep it holy . . . Remember that you were strangers in Egypt.” Remember . . .

“President Sunquist, are you willing to make a covenant with Black church leaders of Boston?” Not spoken so much as a challenge than an offer and a blessing, Rev. Dana Gonsal’s question sent my soul spinning. A covenant?

Reconciliation is at the core of the gospel. God reconciled humanity to himself through the cross. Our own reconciliation with one another then comes as a miraculous extension of reconciliation with God.