People ask me why I write these stories, and my answer is always the same. Like being the first to see the streaking oranges and reds of a sunset, I have to shout, “Hey everyone, look!” One of my students shows courage or a discussion takes a spiritual turn, and I...
My friends Trent and Cliff almost died at a traffic light. Both do maintenance at my school and cover the same shift, so quite often they’ll drive together to work. As they drove—probably enjoying some good conversation knowing them—the light in front of them turned...
Here’s a secret–a few weeks ago, I felt lonely. Sitting in the stands at a volleyball game, I told myself I liked sitting by myself. But honestly, as the parents cheered and whistles blew, I really didn’t. I know what you’re thinking. I have a wife and kids...
Someone had to do something. The obnoxious laughing, the cussing was too much. My brother’s 13-year-old daughter looked back from her seat in front of us. She could hear the heckling just like everyone else crowded around us, and she was afraid. Her wide eyes gave...
My brother and I weren’t ready for it. Who would be? We were at a Christian concert for crying out loud. And the band performed right after a Rockies game. Nothing bad can happen at a Rockies game—right? Months before, my son suggested we go to the game on “Faith...
After the suicide, I couldn’t see the broken pieces in me, much less put them back together. The fog of questions only darkened the path forward until–a month after Mason’s death–I sat on a seven-hour flight to Calgary. My family and I circled up at our...
