I can’t imagine not being a dad. It is as a famous athlete once said:
When you have kids you do grow up. I have just started realizing it now—it changes the world, having children.
As a parent, I can better empathize with other parents.
On a starry night 2000 years ago, God did something miraculous: a child was born.
But this was no ordinary child. God himself became one of us.
I never understood the Magnificat (Luke 1:46-55) until I became an expectant adoptive parent.
If a priest called you a “brood of vipers” at your baptism, would you have still gone through with it?
To those who have gone through great loss, what can one say? What words of comfort can we offer? Words that help heal? Words that show we care?
Consider, then, what you might say to the victims and families of last week’s shooting.
For over two thousand years, people have predicted the end of the world. And each time, they were wrong.
In 1862, the United States was in turmoil. The Civil War had already begun. Halfway around the world, King Kamehameha IV and Emma established the Church of Hawaii. We now call it the Episcopal Diocese of Hawaii.
Some might argue that this was a political ploy. But Kamehameha and Emma might argue otherwise.
Sometimes things happen in life when plans get disrupted and you must address the change head-on.
About 10 years ago, I faced a financial crisis.
Imagine a world where the things that divide us no longer existed.