“I am different. Not less.” This quote by American scientist and autism spokesperson, Dr. Temple Grandin, hit me as I was scrolling through social media this summer. It made me go back and read it again, research Dr. Grandin, and watch the semi-biographical film, “Temple Grandin,” for the second time. Her life has been so rich. Our celebration of my son Robert’s birthday this September would have marked his 25th year. We celebrated his twin sister’s birthday on their birthday

I have seen some beautiful mountains over the course of my lifetime. Growing up in several U.S. states and in Germany where mountain ranges were great, my parents made sure my siblings and I learned to appreciate our surroundings in each of these locations. They would take all four of us in the family station wagon to sightsee. What splendor! Recently, Chris and I had the pleasure of visiting two very gracious friends in another state and seeing mountains that seemed to burst

by Chris Henderson Some time ago, as I was experiencing a worship service, the song began: “Good, Good Father.” I sang along and realized that I sang freely and easily. I reflected on the goodness of God, His grace and forgiveness. The pastor’s comments reflected on an A.W. Tozer quote: “What comes into our minds when we think about God is the most important thing about us.” It dawned on me that it had been over six years; that was the last time I could remember singing those

Two people walking together seems to work well. I know, for me, there are times that I need a strong shoulder to lean on or a hand to hold. I am about to share with you one rare time that I asked a girlfriend to walk with me into a dark place to do some unfathomable work. I was scared beyond expectation, and I knew she could handle it. Years before anyone was able to give us a clear understanding of how long Robert would be with us, I felt an unrelenting urge to push past the

It all started when my father, a now retired Army Major General, was deployed to Vietnam. My mother, who loved all animals big and small, decided that her four children needed a puppy. And this puppy would need to be loved in our home only while my father was away for a year because we could not have any furry babies in the house. That puppy was named Dukie. He arrived in my mother’s arms looking like a little puffball of fur, so tiny and cuddly. He grew to be a feisty dog in