For almost forty years, I stood behind pulpits with an open Bible in front of me. I loved the people sitting in the pews. I wanted them to know God. Whatever situation they faced, my goal was to help...

I plopped down in my easy chair in the living room. Ten minutes earlier I had rolled out of bed and made a cup of coffee. I stretched. Yawned. Put my bare feet up on the footstool. I picked...

Before the doors opened, I tried to prepare myself for what was about to happen. I looked around the unfamiliar room, appointed with an elegance unfamiliar to me. I noticed the nauseating smell of multiple kinds of flowers melded...

I was nine years old, sitting cross-legged on the linoleum floor of our church basement. Sister Shirley told us we had a really fun Bible story that morning. Noah and the ark. I already knew enough about the story...

I have a relative who is terrified of clowns. To those of us who do not share the fear, it may seem almost comical. But to someone who imagines Bozo climbing into the car beside them, there is nothing...