this friday is truly good

on the way to church for wednesday night fun my five year old, roman, asked my if i knew why it is called “good friday.” now i am used to startling insightful questions and statements from my kids, but this struck me in a genuine and unexpected way. after answering in the dadliest way i…

from the mouth of a child

this afternoon i had the rare privilege of picking up my daughter from school. as she ran from the tables she was sitting at with her friends dropping her lunch stuff all over the asphalt—age could barely contain her excitement. i would like to think that she was excited to see me—but no my three…