What Does God Look Like?

I am not a fan of puzzles. Taking a perfectly good image, cutting it into one hundred or more tiny pieces and then trying to reconstruct it feels like a frustrating waste of time. But last weekend, I was selling books at a local Grange hall with my 9-year-old son, Asher, when one of the organizers kindly offered us a puzzle of a shiny green frog.


I was zipping down Interstate 95 last week, in between dropping my older boys off at the movies and swinging my daughter to an appointment, when I glanced in my rear-view mirror and saw a mountain barreling down on me. Yikes! The massive red and white semi showed no...