Last September, I had my first physical in five years. Like a lot of guys who don’t have beach bods, I didn’t particularly want to go. I knew I should. But I didn’t want to. And so, the obvious thing happened: my wife made the appointment for me. As the old Chinese...

Last Sunday, The Houston Chronicle published a lengthy report about a horrifying crisis within the Southern Baptist Convention of churches: sexual abuse and misconduct. The story was shocking. It was heartbreaking, disgusting, and horrifying. The more I read it, the...

My wife collects nativity scenes. She owns all kinds: fragile family heirlooms, exotic ones from other countries, some that are hand-carved, plastic, wooden, expensive, and cheap. They all look different. And yet, each one also looks the same. There is Joseph, Mary,...