And I suspect I’m Not the Only One As a pastor, I loved preaching. With a Bible in one hand and a pulpit in front of me, I could tell you what almost any verse meant. I even knew...

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...