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Our friendship has always felt a little like hunting dogs in the woods—sniffing, circling, searching. We never follow a straight path. We meander, catch the scent of something real, and chase it until it disappears into mystery. It reminds me of when I was a boy, running hounds through the bottoms after dark. I must have been fourteen, maybe a little older. I had a redbone coonhound named Rock. Sixty-five pounds of red muscle and heart, with a white chest and eyes that seemed to know more...

I hope you're really enjoying life—because it’s meant to be enjoyed. I grew up on a gospel that had a heavy emphasis on sin, separation,...

The Transformative Power of Living as Sons and Daughters of God The mystery of Christ culminates in the incredible reality that we are...