I left the orphanage over a week ago. It wasn’t a heart-breaking tear fest this time. I didn’t want that again. In fact, when I told the nursery kids one final bedtime story on the night before I left (an epically long tale of how my...

2014 was a good year. I was a little lost at the beginning of it. But then I came to India on a whim, found my way to the Good Shepherd Agricultural Mission, fell in love with a group of orphaned children, and ended up surrounded by...

I’ve always loved Santa. All the improbable details of the legend; his undiscovered fortress at the top of the world; his legion of curious elves; his unconventional use of the common chimney. Everything! Now, I know some religious folks aren’t so down with the Big Guy in...

As the story goes, Clement Moore was a stodgy, serious academic. A professor of classics at the General Theological Seminary in New York City, Moore had been published, but he wasn’t what you’d call a popular writer. For most of his career, he was best...

For everyone who was touched by Ram Pal’s sponsorship story, here’s a little follow-up to this new chapter of his life. This week, I received the first letter from his new sponsors in America. Colin and Sarah, in their beautiful exuberance to reach out, wrote a...

It was 11 o’clock and I was tired. After two days of near constant online nudging, my Orphan Water campaign had hit its goal. 41 contributors for $4000! The Mission was getting a new water system for Christmas. My heart was full. And yet, I was also...

Christmas is three weeks away. Here at the Good Shepherd Agricultural Mission, holiday fever is in full swing. Christmas carols blare across the grounds every morning at 7 AM, and strings of colorful lights twinkle around every hostel at night. [caption id="attachment_15457" align="aligncenter" width="800"] April under the...

Some good news yesterday reminded me of a story. It’s a small piece of parenting advice I was given just before our second child, Jackson, was born, a way to bond our son Logan with his new sister right at the start. I didn’t come up...

Life isn’t fair. Why are some children born to well-off, stable, loving parents and others are born into extreme poverty, destined for a life of hardship and hunger? If God controls this, I have no idea how He decides which kids will win the parent lottery...