Ten years ago my wife was diagnosed with Hodgkin’s lymphoma. It was a terrible and terrifying time. Our kids were young; our oldest was only in second grade, I think. Thank God, her parents flew in from Jerusalem and helped me. I was able to continue working while they watched…

Calls for unity and reconciliation have gone unanswered in the aftermath of the most contentious presidential election in living memory. What olive branch was extended to supporters of the loser of the 2016 election, some ask. …

For the first time she had options. It was if for years she had been shackled in a windowless cell with no possibility whatsoever of escape. But she had been transferred. Still imprisoned, true. But no chains holding her arms. Far fewer guards patrolling the facility A room with a window and a less forbidding door. The utter powerlessness of her life to this point completely validated her justifications for her circumstance. But now, in this new place, one could only cast a skeptical eye toward her when she claimed that she had no way out.

Some waters are deep and powerful, determined and relentless, effortlessly thrusting aside everything in their path. Others are pressed on every side, tortured and twisted in painful, cascading descents, sometimes frustrated behind seemingly impenetrable dams over which little trickles. But the silent, mighty river and the frantic, complaining creek are brothers destined for the same end. When the exhausted creek meets the river, he is relieved to surrender to it, to ride on the river’s back ever onward. Both run together toward the place where all waters join, and their identities are subsumed by the sea, in which they all find rest and unity.

They lived on the 12th floor of a high rise across the Potomac from Washington. If they had lived in a more desirable unit, the view from their balcony would have been of Memorial Bridge, the Lincoln Memorial, the Washington Monument, and planes taking off from and landing at Reagan…

As the Trump administration ends and with it the tenure of Secretary of State Mike Pompeo, I’d like to share an anecdote with you both for its own sake and for the larger point it will make about the nature of our nation and the road ahead. In August 2018…

Amongst all the calls for unity, the words of St. Paul keep running through my mind: “…what fellowship has righteousness with lawlessness and what communion has light with darkness?” Evil destroys anything to which it fuses. …

I suspect that, like me, you sighed with relief as the clock hit 12:00 last night and we threw the last shovel-full of dirt on 2020, that absolute horror of a year. We all hope that 2021 represents a new dawn, a recovery from past wounds. But the sober reality…

The most damaging mistakes most people make in life come in the pursuit of love. Looking back on my own experience, I’d offer two pieces of advice. The first is that until you have a solid sense of self and become comfortable with who you are, you cannot possibly understand…