The Weary World Rejoices

As I write this, I sit by our living room window and look out on a small field covered with snow. Beyond that field, the sun is beginning to rise over the Denver metro area, causing the snow to look a deep blue color against the purple-orange sky. One of the things about Colorado that…

The Purity Gospel

One night when I was about 15 years old, I had a peculiar dream. At least, it seemed peculiar to me. In this unusually long and vivid dream, I was married and had several young children. There wasn’t much else to it besides this. It was very ordinary and uneventful, but there was a sense…