A new series of Monday meditations will give us examples to help us embrace God's gift of lament.

Of the four Bible questions repeated n this short series, perhaps none came with more urgency than the Roman jailer’s.

Which is worse? To see a young life snatched away too soon? Or to watch a long life twist to a tortured end?

We could find an answer to this question about anyone we know. What does it tell us they wanted to kill him for the answer he would have given about himself?

We live in an age of constant change, even though our instinct is to resist it. But for caregivers like me, facing change is a weekly challenge.

I need look no farther than the place Evelyn lives to find my answer to the question Jesus asked.

Everyone who knows about Alzheimer’s anticipates that Evelyn is not doing well. But my new friend asked about me.

Mary and Joseph did not understand the question Jesus asked. But it leads us to reevaluate a question we may be asking God.

I don’t know why I had tears that morning. But a story from Scripture gave me a new idea.

“Why do I deserve this?” We may ask the question when bad times come our way. Do we think to ask it when we’ve received a special blessing?

Another family vacation without Evelyn. Wonderful—and sad.

Jesus couldn’t ignore their bold move, but he gave them more than they likely expected.

I was getting a little bored with the book till I came to the last chapter and realized Tucci had touched something far more profound than what we’ll fix for dinner.

The question would make a great meme, and each person’s answer can direct his future days.

The resolution to one friend’s stress could lead to deeper peace for me, too.

What would have been different if he had come with even a couple of these attitudes?

We’re on something of a plateau right now. Things could be better, of course, but I’m glad they’re not worse.

All his life he felt less than. Could this miracle-working teacher show him his true worth?

All of our life he wrote me love notes. And now I’m writing them to him.

For the first time in 51 years, we didn’t celebrate our wedding anniversary. But I marked the occasion in a way I’ll always remember.