Several weeks ago, I was reading something that caused me to worry. A line in a scriptural narrative biography tells how his father taught him in all the ways of right. As a father, I thought about what I had taught my children, and it wasn’t much. They weren’t going to become Enochs from anything I showed them. Football on Sundays, basketball during the week, … more »

As part of my contribution to the Thanksgiving dinner, Jane tasked me to cook a banana cream pie. She had a simple recipe already printed out. All the ingredients were available in the kitchen. The kitchen even had a double oven. I thought this would be easy, except it wasn’t. Because I suck at cooking. I hate cooking. If I cook, I need a “man’s … more »