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We have a small ravine that runs by our house. We have heard it called a “waterway” by people who have lived in this neighborhood for a long time and wondered how it got that name. Yesterday, on the fifth … Continue reading →

Rain can ruin your weekend, And rain can spare your life, Depending on who you are, And what your thirst is like. – from “Some Folks’ World” by Mark Heard The rain continues to fall here in southern California. Going … Continue reading →

My heart is full right now and I’m not sure why. Maybe it’s having my whole family around me for the first time in a long time. The holidays do have a way of creating these special moments. Maybe it’s … Continue reading →

Marti gave you her perspective on Wednesday night’s Isaiah House Christmas for women without homes, but I don’t think anyone can touch the experience I had looking through the eyes of Santa Claus. Of course the roll of Santa fell … Continue reading →

[The Isaiah House Christmas was a huge success, thanks to many of you who gave gifts. Marti and I came home full, and both wrote about our experience. I’ve chosen to put hers first. Mine will come tomorrow.] All my … Continue reading →

Tonight we will bring a trunk load of gifts to the women at Isaiah House, thanks to so many of you. Your response has been overwhelming. We will be able to give two generous gift bags to each woman there. … Continue reading →

Time for yet another Chandler Christmas story. Have I told you that Marti is into Christmas in a big way? Yes, even the Santa part. When they get old enough to figure it out, we teach our children that Santa … Continue reading →

Four years ago, the first gift to be opened on Christmas was in some ways the greatest, and the most sought after. It was probably the simplest gift as well. It didn’t take any time to shop for or any … Continue reading →

Jesus was born amidst a good deal of struggle to believe. There was doubt and disbelief surrounding His birth, even as there is today when He is born anew in someone. It takes two different accounts to piece the story … Continue reading →