Almighty God, Our minds strain to fathom the enormity of the worst mass-shooting in American history. To our horror, that already was a ghastly, bloody high bar. And yet a gunman peered down from a hotel room, aimed at fellow human beings created in your image, and scaled it. One pierced, broken life at a … Continue reading →

By Glen Foster On Valentine’s Day, 1985 my wife and her close friend were shot at the college where they taught in Texas. The shooter took his own life in Debbie’s office. Thankfully, both ladies survived. It was, however, the only time in my life I did not feel like smiling. A short flight from … Continue reading →