“At that time Jesus said, ‘I praise you, Father, Lord of heaven and earth, because you have hidden these things from the wise and learned...

“God takes care of me.” The words come so easily for her, reflexively, even. In their wake sparkles a warm chuckle and then a smile, inti...

This isn’t the resurrection I expected. The thought assailed my mind last night, unbidden and dangerous-sounding, fringed as it was with,...

“Well, mama,” my 8-year-old daughter began, shrugging. “At least God still knows how many hairs are on your head!” I stared dejectedly at...

My neighbor, Kay, is transferred to a nursing home after her hospital stay, a surprisingly spacious room but one with a roommate who has ...

“I trade my secrets one by one, lessening my burden, reclaiming praise. Every day I say I AM, let thanks cleanse my mouth. A body shouts ...

I never had to consider death before, never had to witness its relentless impinging on life. Now it’s all I see. I help my elderly neighb...

I walk out to the mailbox and pull out an envelope with a now-familiar stamp on the back, alerting me that it has been sent from a correc...

I notice the broody hen first because I fear she’s gone missing, eviscerated stealthily in the night by some accursed varmint from among ...

It is so strange, what triggers grief. The morning after poison ivy welts began to appear on my forehead and arm I woke up to a swollen a...

I wasn’t paying attention the moment my dad actually died. I just realized the room was silent, a hideous silence, the sudden absence of ...

“Sometimes wishing is the wings the truth comes true on. Sometimes the truth is what sets us wishing for it.” – Frederick Buechner We wal...

I sit alongside my mother in the funeral parlor two days after Lia’s death, this new terrible upside-down world springing into hideous ba...

Ever since my ever-so-gentle literary rejection, I’ve been struggling with what to do with my manuscript. Do I relegate it to indefinite ...

The summer I turned 15, I went to my one and only church camp. I wish I could say I was transformed there, that an altar call drew me forw...

“I just don’t understand,” I wailed, and sucked in a phlegmy breath for the rambling and Scripturally reckless run-on sentence which foll...

A few nights before my dad died we were gathered around him, wondering just how close the end was. I was playing hymns for him on my phon...

“I think Jesus was a woman. That’s what I believe." She says it plainly, boldly, her eyes smoldering with the heady drug of open defian...

I heard His voice for the first time when I was out of my mind on acid, tripping hard, as the parlance went back then: I sat at the wind...