If I want to make one of my twins squirm, all I have to say is, “Son, when a mommy and a daddy really love each other…” We’ve had the sex talk, so they know where that conversation is going. They yell, “Dad!” and look for a quick exit. 

If I want to make adults squirm in our church, all I have to say is, “So what do you think about the election?” Eyes dart around the room to see who is there, what I know about their political opinions, and how guarded I need to be with mine.  [ . . . ]  [read more]