While I'd love to tell you every evening is without hiccups, kids hanging on every word we talk about, and no fight in sight, the reality is not so. There are nights when all we can do is get the kids together and do a quick prayer.
The entry of one lone man seemed to have been a spectacle. Crowds had formed. Praises were exclaimed. Homes were emptied. Palm branches and robes were laid out.
Cleaning up from dinner, getting clothes out for the next day, and bathing each child is a whirlwind of exercise. (And that last one is about as easy as trying to wrangle a 30 pounds pig slathered in baby oil). Needless to say, by the time we get all the kids into a bedroom to wrap up the day...
Ever since I got married, I was looking forward to the opportunity and privilege it would be to be a dad. I wanted to teach my boys how to throw balls, dig in the dirt (although they seem to learn... Continue Reading →
Preacher on the Run... 