God is the end of living, the destination, the point of it all.

In schools and on barstools and in delis and where two or three gather, your Savior turns you loose to encounter those who are delightful and loveable.

Happiness is a slippery term. We all want it. We're all supposed to pursue it. But nobody seems to know how to obtain it.

We hold fast to Christ Jesus where He’s most God, most Savior, for us: in His gifts of word, water, bread, and wine.

He comes to fill our old, stony heart with the new wine of his forgiveness.

Having a particularly sad day, I set out to find the Gospel of Happy.

Having a particularly sad day, I set out to find the Gospel of Happy.

One of my favorite things to do in the summer is read out under the shade of my backyard tree. There, I have a reclining chair and small little side table.

In happiness, we dare never forget that it is Christ, and Christ alone, who has restored our joy.

I was excited and eager to start my journey. I was driving from NYC to Florida to attend the Christ Hold Fast Conference in Orlando, meet some dear friends, and make some new ones.

Cindy’s tragedy was that she was blind to the Christ from whom all her good gifts came.

Like me, like most Americans, the equation of wealth with happiness is so firmly rooted in her psyche that only a divine surgeon could dig it out.