Wagner: Jokes write themselves as Westboro Baptist protests clean comedian Nate Bargatze
I suppose I should begin by identifying the people/entities in question.

I suppose I should begin by identifying the people/entities in question.

My newest book is now rolling off the presses, a verse-by-verse study of Joel, Amos and Obadiah. It is called "Joel, Amos, Obadiah: Turmoil Among the Nations."

It was only natural, I suppose, that I should end up doing extensive marriage counseling in my pastoral ministry.

My daily schedule always seems to be tighter than an old man's wallet. Why, then, I asked myself, does there always seem to be some helpless thing in the road when I am in a hurry?

I went to bed Sunday night with a heavy heart.

The older ones among us doubtless remember.

It is telling, I suppose, that I needed to check my calendar to confirm my suspicion: The other parental holiday, Father's Day, is indeed upon us again.

I have now reached an epic tipping point: I have been pastoring for more years than I did not pastor.

Deuteronomy 32:7 says, "Remember the days of old, consider the years of many generations: ask thy father, and he will shew thee; thy elders, and they will tell thee."

It is 7,110 miles from Mooresboro, North Carolina, to Beijing, China.
