Allen, Act 2
Two years after handing in my erasers, I’m still teaching—it just looks a little different now.
The bell schedules are gone, yet the hours are longer. Writing is a demanding craft, often frustrating, but the end result is pure joy.
My goal is simple: to explore the intersection where the parables of everyday life meet the timeless truth of Scripture.
After 45 years of marriage, my wife and I are embracing the prime of life. With our children grown and two brilliant (and exhausting) grandsons to keep us young, we are grateful to God for this season of work—and all the bargain-priced cruise we can take while school is in session.
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The Manger \ My Anger
There aren’t any lights on the outside of my house this year. No inflatable reindeer, no twinkling LEDs, and certainly no Clark Griswold moments on a ladder. I’m a child of God not because I’ve decorated a rooftop to prove it, but because a Father saw my empty pockets and invited me into the stable anyway. Grace is a gift that arrived in […]
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The Gifts Not Under the Tree
Chocolate-covered cherries have been part of my Christmas for as long as I can remember. My father wasn’t one to throw money around, but every December, there they were—sitting on the kitchen table, a small luxury in a household that counted every penny. In 1966, I could buy a full-size Hershey bar for a nickel, so I can’t imagine a box of those […]
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God in the Gears
In 1914, Austrian Archduke Franz Ferdinand was sent down to Sarajevo to inspect the troops. Today, we would call that type of visit a photo op. It was purely ceremonial—a way to show the flag and remind the locals exactly who was in charge. To be honest, Ferdinand wasn’t much to look at—just another royal cousin in a continent crawling with them. If […]
