By Cindy Koch

Veteran parents confirm one of the greatest fears I have as a mother. To be sure, there are many fears that come along with the care of our own little ones. Mostly immediate, are they healthy and polite? Are they on track to graduate and behaving when you are not around? Will they be successful and prosperous? We put in decades of work, money, and sacrifice so that our children will grow up well, whatever that means. But there is a pit in the depth of my heart that the most important thing will turn out badly. And the tears of the mothers and fathers walking this path—sometimes years ahead of me—trickle back to my steps today.

By Cindy Koch

Our children are hungry. Wide-eyed, they look up to you for a meal of daily bread. When it’s cold, they shiver and pull you close. When it’s dark, they search for your strong arm to comfort them. When they are given that Word of Life spoken to them, declaring them to be a righteous child of the Most-High God, they look to you to feed them more.

By Caleb Keith

I have a problem and need your help. You see, like most other people in my generation, and perhaps even those outside of my generation, I am dependent on the internet. More specifically, I am dependent on the Google search engine. This dependence is a gut reaction and a tool that feeds a general skepticism about the things I know and the knowledge passed onto me by parents, advisors, and even experts. I only recently became aware of my addiction because I happen to be a young parent whose own parents live nearby.

By Paul Koch

Last Tuesday, I took my usual seat at the bar in the cantina where my brothers and I gather every week for the delights of Taco Tuesday. Aside from the tall cocktails and the $1 tacos, there are plenty of TVs surrounding the place so that no matter where you look you can find a convenient screen. Now, we have watched many baseballs games on those screens, lots of SportsCenter, the terrible game of soccer, and most recently the Olympic Games. But on this last Taco Tuesday, we watched Iowa defeat Rhode Island in the Little League World Series.

By Cindy Koch

Maybe you were lucky enough to be sick on that great, terrible day. I was never that fortunate. Even if I didn’t make it into that strangely reverent gymnasium on the appointed day and time, I knew they would find me eventually. Relentlessly, they accounted for every young soul on their closely monitored educational path. Young or old, smart or dumb— all must stand before the Almighty Standardized Test.

By Scott Keith

Our youngest child is our daughter Autumn who is sixteen years of age. She has always been a very competent child. She learned how to do things very early; walking, talking, tying her shoes all came quickly and seemingly natural to her. When we would teach her to do something, as soon as she had even the slightest idea of how to do it, she would push our hands away and