Since my dad and mom were both preachers, I spent a fair amount of time in church. And since both were good preachers–and knowledgeable–I even listened to what they had to say. Daddy’s approach was intelligent, logical and humorous while Mom sparked her sermons with occasional fire-breathing, pulpit-pounding moments.

Some people nowadays lack interest in the “love your neighbor” concept. None of that wussie stuff for them, thank you very much. That’s for lilies.

The question is, are we making the same mistake?

Nobody is a carbon copy of anybody else–and that’s the way it should be.

Anybody who’s been around kids knows about death spiral days. Tell me this comes as news, and I’ll say you haven’t been paying attention. They happen in the best of families.