A great moment here in the Wilt home. I began to pen a modern hymn at our keyboard, blending ideas of Trinity with the unimagined nature of God, with headphones on and singing at the top of my voice. My other children find it quite
Across the clearing, I could see him coming. A large man, with thick, twisted, sinewy muscles, brandishing a busied and bloodied sword and covered in hard, dark armor. His eyes were black as coal, his hair sweaty and matted with dirt and war. It was
Time to revisit a holiday favorite around here: Boots rustle in the foyer. Coats are slowly lifted off of hooks; scarves and gloves are extracted from baskets designating each owner’s name. There is a hush in the room. Eyes dart back and forth, hearts race
My dear fellow worship leaders, Bless you and your family this Advent season. It is a privilege for our family to partner with yours in the family of God, as we continue to lay hold of the prize for which we are called heavenward –
This just in from my good friend, photographer and designer Matt Frise. In The Globe & Mail: “The Pilgrims would never have landed near Plymouth if it weren’t for the fact that they were running our of beer aboard the Mayflower, says the Boston Globe.
