Category: Rite of Passage

Growing up, I didn’t do well when I was in school. My poorest subjects were English, math,...

A couple of weeks ago, I told you the story about my friend who bought a warehouse containing tons...

I grew up in the era where about every church had some type of evangelistic meeting. Most of these...

I have a friend who owns a company that sells many products on television. One day he got an...

Four-year-old Cohen the Goodhearted was sitting on the floor, his face buried deep in his hands as...

In the late ‘50s, our little country church congregation was split down the middle. The older...

My personality holds one particularly amusing paradox: I think it’s funny to scare someone, but I...

Both of my sons grew up attending Tulsa, First. I could have not asked for a better place for them...

I have spent my life with students, hanging out with 13- to 18-year-olds for more than 47 years. I...

Seven-year-old Titus the Honorable and 4-year-old Cohen the Goodhearted are currently doing...

Okay, I confess. I am just a nasty, old, rotten, wicked sinner who, for some reason only known to...

Love stories are some of the greatest expressions of the human experience, from Romeo and Juliet...