Every child yearns to hear “I am proud of you,” not for performance but simply for being. Yet, most of us know what it’s like to feel the devouring abyss of disappointment, especially in the face and voice of others. My father was disappointed in me—all the time. At leastRead More
Over on Eve‘s Amazon page, there’s a lot of great feedback from people who have read William Paul Young’s book and engaged with the story. We love hearing from everyone who’s read Eve and we’ll occasionally feature reviews that seem particularly thoughtful here.
It is the middle of winter in northern Alberta, Canada. The temperature is well below zero, one of those days that is so cold your nose hairs feel like little sticks plugging up your nostrils and every exhalation of breath becomes its own fog bank. I was born not tooRead More
The way the week began, none of us would have predicted how it ended. The events of the days preceding our auspicious entry into Jerusalem were like a storm gathering together massive apocalyptic clouds. Each of us could feel it and we were willingly carried along by its rising swell.Read More