Opinion

On Jan. 17, 1984, my wife and I moved from our “small” house in South San Jose to Gilroy with our then-3-year-old son, with another on the way. Before getting married, my wife lived with her family in Saratoga and I grew up in San...

Ah, summer.  The smell of chlorine mixed with sunscreen  surrounds the pool at the neighborhood Y.  Sleeveless. Popsicle tongued children who never age.  The familiar sounds of flip flops flip flopping,  dangling off the Ocean Beach Pier  moving with the circadian like rhythm of each wave.  I remember that morning:  witnessing...

Last month, I wrote about the Resurrection of Jesus Christ. This, along with recent sermons covering chapters in Revelation and an Eschatology class (study of the end times) has me excited about Christ’s return and my own resurrection.  I already live in anticipation of my...