Ah, incense. As the priest rhythmically swings the censer, the aromatic smoke from the burning incense, with its sweet fragrance of frankincense and myrrh, rises and fills the sanctuary. Then the ...

Struggle with pancreatic cancer ended late Friday. I was away from home this weekend to play the organ for the memorial service of a friend’s mother. When I returned home, I found multiple e-mails ...

It is not every day that one gets to attend a high profile concert for free, let alone taste the heavens in a worship experience led by a notable worship missionary and his 16-man team of ministers.

The first time I can remember singing from a hymnal was in 1972. It was the year between high-school graduation and college, the year I got my first full-time job. That year my mother's health began ...