Author: Paul Santhouse

I am a follower of Jesus Christ. I’m also a husband, father, and grandpa. And I’m part of the Moody Publishers* team. Since I've worked with books for nearly four decades, and I believe the local church is where we become the kind of people Jesus would be in our shoes, that's mostly what this blog is about. Thanks for visiting. Paul *As this is my personal blog, the views and opinions expressed herein are my own, not those of my employer.

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From YOUthwork, page 140 . . . The volleyball coach from our large high school said it well when speaking to a group of charged-up parents. “Don’t talk to me after a game about how much time your daughter got to play. Give yourself twenty-four hours and then call me.” Emotions are a strange deal. […]

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Howard Hendricks is a legendary name in evangelical circles. A famous prof from Dallas Theological Seminary, he trained countless pastors, spoke at conferences, and wrote books for sixty-plus years. He once told a group of students that the folks who led him to Christ never mentioned the Bible. When he asked what he was supposed […]

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The older you get, the more often you’ll be asked for “life wisdom” advice. Here are five “waypoints” I’ve collected that stand the test of time: 1. It’s better to be than to seem Be honest with yourself and don’t pose for others. Authenticity brings strength and clarity to life and relationships. 2. Love is […]

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Some kids ask questions that spike your blood pressure. They’re not safe. They want to know what’s behind the curtain. Keep your eye on those students. Pray for them and get to know them. Discover the special gifting that makes them tick. Why? You could be looking at untamed strength. Raw leadership. Here’s a good […]

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Early this week we met with a student from another church. The longer we talked the more amazed we were. Mature, a clear thinker, reading substantive books, forming opinions about how life works, and making plans for the future. Throughout the conversation, two words kept popping up. “My Dad.” Over and over. It’s impossible to […]