A white woman from Wisconsin, who in her own words was “all dry-cleaning and catered lunches,” moves hours from civilization to the middle of the African bush and marries a tribal leader from an unreached people group. Some legends are embellished, but not Dolfi....
A few years back, I sat in my car outside our neighborhood Walmart and wrote myself an email. Some people just talk to themselves, but I prefer to put my neurotic episodes in writing. While I was obviously proving every stereotype about the crazy people who shop at...
My wife has an obsession with that bagged ice you buy from the large freezers outside gas station convenient stores. As often occurs, she buzzed me recently to ask if I would pick up a few bags on my drive home so she could keep her oversized plastic cups full of...
When I was 15, I wanted to be a professional golfer. I was pretty good for a freshman in high school, but the jump from “pretty good teenage golfer” to “make a living on the course golfer” proved to be a substantially larger chasm than I anticipated. I’ve had...
Here at The Stone Table, we celebrate the sacredness of every day work. All kinds of it! Whether you’re a brain surgeon or sweep floors, redeemed by the Gospel your work matters. This is a message so many of us never grew up hearing, so when we see this being declared...