God spoke to me at the Toronto Airport Vineyard. I write those words with some trepidation since I have wrestled to hear God’s voice over the years. Nevertheless, that moment in Toronto is a time I will never forget. I was 19 and wanted to

There is a fight going on for your attention. It isn’t new. Through history, communicators have always fought to capture and hold the attention of others, to entertain, inform, and persuade. The fight has changed. As technology advanced in the 20th and 21st centuries, the

Five mornings a week, I do what I hate. But because of the treadmill, I’ve walked 524 miles this year—enough miles to walk from the place I live to the place I was born and back again. Since I retired, I’ve been writing. I’m not

I was young, maybe 11. The world I had known was altered dramatically one day when I learned that a close friend’s parents were getting a divorce. I had never known anyone who had gotten a divorce and was immediately terrified at the prospect that