When our first child was quite small, we used to ask her, “Laura, how big are you?” She wasn’t even a year old—couldn’t even hardly say anything yet—and she always had the same answer: she would raise ...

Perhaps the size of a Frigidaire? Or Greenland? Or the Pleiades star cluster? A myriad of metaphors and images come to mind. I know this: Judah has asked the eternal — for some, “infernal” — question ...

I was reminded today of the verse in Psalm 30 and the last part of verse 5 that says, “Weeping may last through the night but joy comes in the morning.” The analogy is implying there will be sadness ...