Author Archives: Marc Casciani

I never expected my journey to re-educate myself and my children about American history would lead me face-to-face with the same deception that brought sin into the world. But here we are, unpacking truths that our public education system carefully wrapped in layers of omission and revision. The truth? America’s founding was built on BiblicalContinueContinue reading “The Ancient Lie Repackaged”

As a working parent, I used to believe that being a good leader, at home and at work, meant being strong all the time. Unshakable. Always having the answers. Never letting my kids see me rattled or tired. I thought weakness was failure, and admitting I was overwhelmed would make me a less effective dad.ContinueContinue reading “Strong & Weak in Christ: A Lesson for Busy Moms and Dads”

“Whether you turn to the right or to the left, your ears will hear a voice behind you, saying, ‘This is the way; walk in it.'” – Isaiah 30:21 Jarah, Marc, & Dallas in Williamsburg, VA Circa 2017 There was a season in my life when I believed I had God’s will all figured out.ContinueContinue reading “The Voice Behind You”

My Children, Dallas & Jarah When I look at my 21-year-old and my 18-year-old, both standing at the threshold of their adult lives, I feel something I never expected to feel as a parent: a quiet, persistent worry that the America I inherited may not be the America they’ll know. They work hard. They’re talented.ContinueContinue reading “What I Owe My Children”

I’m convinced life is simple. We’re the ones who make it complex. At its core, life can be summed up in one word: relationship. It’s what we crave. It’s what we seek. Yet we often get it wrong. Why? Understanding Our True Origin The answer goes back to our origin, though not in the wayContinueContinue reading “The One Relationship”

Five months have passed since that June weekend when we drove toward Nashville with hopeful hearts and prayerful spirits, which I wrote about in the post “A Father’s Journey: Following God’s Call to Nashville.” The Vocal Arts Intensive Camp gave my daughter, Jarah, more than a glimpse of possibility. It confirmed what we had beenContinueContinue reading “24 Hours, 2 Celebrations, 1 Truth”

Several months ago, I reached out to a friend as his surgery date approached, offering to send daily prayers for encouragement. What I thought would be a simple act of friendship became a profound journey, a masterclass in counter-cultural living that would resurrect a truth I’d learned years earlier at a family camp nestled inContinueContinue reading “Finding Freedom in Being Third”