You know what people tell me often enough that I’m starting to feel weird about it? That I look like super-trainer Bob Harper from The Biggest Loser: Granted, these are people who typically don’t see me shirtless. And I don’t pose for many photos shirtless, except that new Zondervan Authors Beefcake calendar I’m doing with…

This is awards season. And like most of us, I get really into awards season. I like it all — the competition, the drama, the unapologetic self-promotion, the lethal robot behavior… Oh, you thought I was talking about Hollywood? No. I don’t care that much about the Oscars or Grammys or any of that. My…

Thanks to everyone who entered yesterday’s fill-in-the-blank Mad Libs contest using a line from O Me of Little Faith. I discovered two things from the contest: 1) Creativity, among readers of this blog, is apparently a license to describe the pestering of animals. Mice, Jack Russell Terriers, cats, birds, sheep, llamas, gophers, flies, chickens, buffalos…

So I have a new contest idea. While reading for my audiobook last week, I was pleasantly re-introduced to one of my favorite sentences from the upcoming book. I smiled when I read it, and I remembered that one of my early readers (my sister, who has just started blogging and it’s about freaking time)…

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