A six-year-old in my Sunday school class once looked me dead in the eyes and asked, “Pastor Duke,…
A single note from a broken voice can shake a room more than a polished choir. I’ve seen…
A single painting changed how I understood the gospel. I was standing in a small church in Italy…
I’ll never forget the Sunday morning a five-year-old tugged on my sleeve and whispered, “Pastor Duke, when do…
What if the most powerful thing you could do for your family doesn’t cost a dime, takes less…
Have you ever had one of those mornings where everything feels heavy before your feet even hit the…