"for we do not wrestle against flesh and blood... "

I am no longer a man who walks along a lonely road. In one year, fifteen thousand miles have passed beneath my home’s front window. Those miles brought conversations with strangers...

What if you had only fifty-seven seconds of life remaining? What if you could see the timer ticking away, counting down the moments of your life? Would you reach towards your...

Have you ever been given a treasure so precious you hid it away? Maybe you peeled back the layers of carpet and crammed it between concrete and foam. Perhaps you wrote...