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Last Saturday a few friends and I flew to Eau Claire, Wisconsin for an air show featuring The Blue Angels. I had not seen them since I was a kid. I’ve seen a lot of air show aerobatics, but nothing compares to The Blue Angels.

A fifty-one-year-old widow in Oklahoma City was diagnosed with a terminal illness and told that she had just a year to live. She had saved up money during her life and decided that over her last year, she would spend as much as possible to find a year of happiness.

We can’t ignore questions like this. Everyone is talking about it. It’s all over the news. Coworkers are making comments. Family members too. It’s actually an age-old question that takes us deep into our Christian roots.

The ragged Bible and meticulous notes belong to Moussa. I can’t post a picture of his face because of threats from his government.

It was a nasty car accident. It was my fault, and I felt really stupid.

In Christian circles, we are told that we should glorify God. But what does that mean?

You messed up.

“My co-worker had been inviting me to come for quite a while. I finally relented — and wow, I’m glad I did! I’ll be back next Sunday” (from a first-time guest at The Bridge last week).

I’m babysitting three of my grandkids today and sitting on the patio watching them play. The oldest is pushing her doll around in a little stroller. The boy is driving his big red plastic car, loading and unloading equipment (he doesn’t just play…he plays “work”). The youngest is toddling around from thing to thing, crawling on and getting into everything.

I was discipling someone who was going through a difficult trial. Every week during our meeting, he was asking me to pray for his faith to grow. But every week, he was also in turmoil over the adversity he was up against.

We have so many wonderful things to share from Easter weekend. Not only was the celebration of Jesus’ resurrection from the dead a beautiful time, but many lives were transformed.

Philip was born with Down syndrome and attended a third-grade Sunday School class with several other eight-year-olds. The other kids were not sure how to interact with him, so he was always on the outside. But on Easter Sunday, they learned a special lesson from him, endearing him to them.