Discover this mystery: as you help others face their days, you put life into your own. And life is exactly what many people need.

God would prefer we have an occasional limp than a perpetual strut.

God has the final word on your life and His word is grace.

We celebrate the First Advent to whet our appetites for the Second. We long for the next coming.

1 out of 3 Americans says, "I hate my job." 80-plus percent say, "I'm ill-equipped and unenthused about my work."

He came, not as a flash of light or as an unapproachable conqueror, but as one whose first cries were heard by a peasant girl and a sleepy carpenter. God tapped humanity on its collective shoulder, "Pardon me," he said, and eternity interrupted time, divinity interrupted carnality, and heaven interrupted the earth in the form of a baby. Christianity was born in one big heavenly interruption.

The duty of the branch is to cling to the vine.