We are all squatters, living in God’s world, a world that does not belong to us in any permanent way. I use the word “squatter,”  because God made and therefore owns the world a...

Every once in awhile, I wonder what our jobs would be like if we just whistled while we worked.Or better yet, what if we sang. You never hear workers whistling or let alone singing on the job. I think...

My Don Quixote-like theme of dreaming the impossible dream – of asking political candidates vying for office in the upcoming general election to be honest with us – continues.I’m sor...