WEEKLY DEVOS

While other families were playing table games, my family worked on our rickety old cars. It wasn’t a hobby, it was a necessity. We simply couldn’t afford to pay a real mechanic and as a result all four brothers learned how to repair practically anything at an early...

My father-in-law celebrated his 87th birthday last weekend. He’s an incredible person, really—he’s still very healthy and demonstrates that by driving over 200 miles a day, six days a week, delivering car parts!  This is his third lifetime career. After returning home...

If you’ve read this column more than once, you probably know I’m a minister in real life. I enjoy being a minister, but if I tell you a secret, will you promise not to hold it against me? I really wanted to be a race car driver. That didn’t happen, but I haven’t given...

Like most young men, few possessions are more memorable than my first car.  I washed and polished every square inch of that 62’ Nova convertible at least once a week. I scrubbed the whitewalls with SOS pads and then sprayed on Lemon Pledge. (This was way before...

Do you remember the sheer joy that washed over you on the last day of school? It was more than an adrenaline rush; it was much deeper—definitely therapeutic. If the phrase “There’s no school tomorrow,” still tickles something in your inner child, then you know what...

Growing up, it was a given that Dad’s personal time with me would be limited. After all, he had to go to work every day. If, during a rare day off, he turned his personal attention to us boys, it was received like a gift. He’d holler like a sportscaster, “Let’s play...