A few months ago, no one knew or cared about the town of Ferguson, Mo. It was a suburb of St. Louis with just over 20,000 people, but on Aug. 9 it became a place of racial tension, tragedy and violence the next day.
The life of a military kid is commonly put into one major category involving a lot of moving, one parent gone constantly and a life filled with emotional handicaps. Conflicting with widespread opinions, not every military kid experience is the same.
On November 4 of this year, some of us voted. Statistically about 25 percent of college-age young adults actually vote in mid-term elections. It can be pretty difficult to vote as a college student, as we are often far from home.
During the hot summer of 2009, God opened a door for me to work and study in Turkey for the first time. It was almost the end of that summer when I started my trip to the seven churches in the book of Revelation.
I stare down at my plate, filled with all the typical Thanksgiving treats – turkey, ham, corn, maybe some broccoli if Dad made some. The meal is calm at first. My job is simple. Stick food in my mouth. Chew. Swallow. Repeat until my plate is empty. Then I’ll decide if I want more or not.
My dear wife Star had no idea that the “Yes, I do” she beautifully pronounced the day God blessed the union of our lives went beyond the promise of honoring me in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer … it also meant honoring my cultur