It was the fall of 2001. I was a freshman in college (Do they even say that anymore?), and fresh off the devastation of a last minute change to head to community college instead of the private Christian university as planned. Any other local friends had opted to go to the nearby unaccredited Bible college, so driving to a place where my faith would be questioned was an additional blow to my enthusiasm. Why couldn't I be in the "warm embrace" of Bible classes too? Little did

I'm a "geriatric millennial," which is a sad way to indicate that I grew up in both an analogue and digital world. While we obviously had calculators, the internet was still relatively new and not everyone had access to it at home, which meant that the only way to look up answers to your algebra homework was to either copy off of someone . . . or look at the answers in the back of the book. Now, looking up answers didn't actually help you with doing the actual work that your

You finally find a parking spot on the cramped, brick building lined street--extra points for a spot in the shade, and not too far of a stroll to the front doors of a local mom and pop coffee shop. As your eyes adjust for the low light, you notice the hum of conversation blended with the melody of some eclectic jazz melody that almost seems familiar. Scanning the room, you see me waving over to you near a sunny window. The coziest seat has been saved for you, and as you walk

Never underestimate the motivational power of a cup of coffee. For the past few years, I have tried to use the summers to instill some Biblical habits in my kids. During the school year, most of my devotion time is done before they wake up or before bed, so it's the only time of year where they actually see me with an open Bible and a cup of coffee quietly by myself. Step 1: The Plot So far, I've had limited success. They seem interested, cuddle up next to me in bed,