A seventh-grade student sat at his desk fearing the absolute worst. It was Friday, June 8, 1984. It was also the last day of school before summer vacation.
Recently I visited with a friend who hasn’t stepped inside a chapel in years. This genuinely good guy believes that even casual church attendance should be based upon some basic level of obedience.
As a poor boy on the sun-scorched streets of the Dominican Republic, Marcelino Leonardo was the kind of kid who enjoyed going to church almost as much as he loved playing ball.
It’s not breaking news that my 19-year-old daughter Jadi lives with crippling anxiety.
Meet 15-year-old Ben. Ben has long hair. Ben listens to wildly inappropriate music. Ben is rebellious, bitter and has no respect for authority. Ben smokes behind the barn and slings a vocabulary saltier than beef jerky.
It’s hard to believe that Dec. 18, 2017, marked the 30th anniversary of my dad’s death.
You know the scene, right? It’s the perfect Christmas. There’s snow falling and dancing in the air like Juilliard students.