Wish You Were Here (But Not Really): Funny Camp Letters From Kids

You’ve probably seen those roadside fireworks stands popping up all over Texas this time of year. One of them, called Johnny Fireworks, was robbed this week. Thousands of dollars in fireworks gone. Even more damage done to the building.But what the owner, Jonathan, did next? Totally unexpected.

Sometimes, the pain cuts so deep that even God's help doesn’t sound comforting. A listener recently asked me something really raw: “Have you ever been so mad at God that even if He offered help, you wouldn’t take it?”

What are the odds that Final Jeopardy would ask a question about your own ancestor? That’s exactly what happened to a contestant named Emily this week.

Comparison is sneaky, isn’t it?Sometimes it’s how someone else looks. Sometimes it’s their family, their job, their spiritual walk... whatever it is, it’s so easy to measure ourselves against what we see in someone else.I’ve done it more times than I can count. But I’ll never forget the moment I saw it hit my son.

You know when you're in Sunday service and the pastor says something that hits exactly where you're at? That was me this week.

The news over the weekend has been heavy. As tensions rise, it’s understandable if you’ve felt anxious, even afraid.I found myself glued to the coverage for a while… and I could feel it getting to me. My heart started to race. My thoughts got a little loud. That’s when I knew I needed to pause.I put the phone down, opened my Bible, and found myself in Psalm 46... and the words there were exactly what I needed.

Some conversations with Jeremy start simple, like “What’s our Hulu password?” and then turn into a whole philosophical discussion about digital safety.

We all know what a "fair-weather friend" is: someone who’s around for the fun times but disappears when things get hard. And let’s be honest, most of us have felt that kind of disappointment at some point.Paul knew that feeling too.

It’s summer camp season, which means parents everywhere are waiting to hear how it’s going. Some kids write home with sweet updates… and some? Not so much.

I saw a headline the other day that just said, “Carrots are in season.” Not exactly life-changing news… unless you're really into carrots.But it got me thinking... I wondered if I’m like that with my faith. Am I only “in season” when life feels easy, or when I’m feeling extra spiritual?