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I have the good fortune (misfortune?) of being located in a highly competitive congressional district right in the midst of election season. 

I sat at a border crossing in the middle of the Albanian refugee crisis. My team and I had been sitting at this particular border for three hours.

I have many reasons to be proud of my ethnic heritage and culture.

Are you tired of crappy, superficial, purely electronic friendships?

I had my first evangelism-induced sweats when I was in seventh grade.

Sometimes anger just feels like the appropriate response. 

St. Augustine famously prayed, “Lord, grant me holiness, but not yet.” (Domine, da mihi sanctitiam, sed noli modo.) We may relate to his prayer. 

As I write this, I am actually fighting against God’s invitation to forgive.

Some sins are easy to identify. When I hit the snooze button for the twelfth time, it’s pretty clear I’m struggling with . 

On occasion—usually when it’s bright and sunny out and I’m not doing much of anything—I’ll look up and notice that the hounds of my worst mental habits have gotten loose.