Pastors

I've noticed that different people interpret what that means in different ways.

The horizon—the color of ashes—promises a storm. The muddled snow, which had been melting, is arrested by the returning cold.

Last month, many readers responded to my column on Sabbath. Many of the comments and questions were focused on rules: which day of the week should it be? What should be prohibited?

What happens when we live God's way? He brings gifts into our lives, much the same way that fruit appears in an orchard—things like affection for others, exuberance about life, serenity.

When you work with children, interruptions are inevitable.

Last night, I awakened several times to rain pounding on the roof. Early this morning, unable to sleep, I went to the basement to check on things.

What weighs you down, bends you over, keeps you small? Is it the weight of other people's expectations? Or the burden of trying to make other people happy?

Making time to care for your soul.

A furious line of thunderstorms pounded our area this week. Windows left open meant the carpet was as soaked as the lawn.

Parenting, it's been said, is the only profession where the goal is to work yourself out of a job.