Yesterday I almost lost my sh*t in front of an auditorium full of college sophomores.

I spoke at a symposium at my undergraduate alma mater (Wheaton College) and it was a rather amazing day in several respects — from the thoughtful programming aimed to inspire sophomores to avoid the traditional slump and explore life options, to the . . . → Read More: The Talker Who Almost Cried

Last night was like many nights. I was up working. The house and neighborhood were still. It was midnight and I was getting ready to shut down for the night.

And then the doorbell rang.

I froze like a deer in the headlights. Midnight calls are never a good thing. Who could it be? I didn’t want to . . . → Read More: Midnight Call

I have a confession to make: I can’t pay attention to sermons.

It’s a weird thing with me, similar to my inability to absorb game rules, product manuals, or history lessons. No matter how hard I try, I just can’t process the information.

My inability to read game rules and product manuals is only mildly annoying or inconvenient . . . → Read More: Love Not Guilt