Today I had a profound lunch with some dear friends, a young couple deep in the throes of being parents for the first time. Their beautiful daughter is a few months old, barely past that stage where children sleep longer stretches in the night. My friends had been up and down all night with their little wonder...
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I’m a late-blooming coffee lover. It’s a bit shocking, given that my generation led the resurgence of coffee shops across the land in the mid and late 1990’s. I went to seminary in the wet and damp Northwest, a place that screamed for warm liquid. The front door of my apartment in Vancouver was a stone’s throw...
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John Stott helps me at the bus stop. I love the collection of kids at our bus stop, and our walk to school in the morning. The walk is a communal event, where adults converse and kids are integrated into the life of our street. They become known by more than just their own parents. Our journey...
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Our best dates are midday dates. As parents of young kids it is difficult for my wife and I to carve out an abundance of quality time together (I know, take a number). When the kids were pre-school ages we had a series of dates that ended up as paid sessions to fight—we went out, paid...
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How would you respond to an invitation from a princess? I was blessed enough to be invited to do something with one on Sunday after church. “Daddy, can we ride bikes together?” Well, . . . of course we can. This invitation came from my eight-year old daughter, who fell in love with riding her...
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He scored the winning goal. I coach my two sons, and a passel of their friends, in a local soccer league. I’ve lost count of what season of coaching this is for me, and it’s a gifted and wondrous group of boys. We have been together for practice after practice and game after game, and watching them...
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