In the tradition of the church I attend, the priest stands behind the altar and says, “This table doesn’t belong to our church or our denomination. All baptized Christians are welcome.” I live in Athens, Georgia. Politically, we are a red city surrounded by a sea of...
As my world got busier, I silenced the small voice that kept whispering, “But I asked you to write.” But that whispering voice, the one that wouldn’t remain silent, kept pushing, “But I asked you to write.”
Thomas stayed. The other disciples saw Jesus. Experienced him. He was before them, in the flesh. But Thomas missed it. And as his friends recounted the story of seeing their Lord, Thomas couldn’t believe that Jesus had risen. He had been with Jesus, watching the...
Hours after my daughter was born, a nurse whisked her out of the room for the pediatrician to examine. My husband followed as I lay in bed worrying. When he returned, he said the pediatrician had heard a click in our daughter’s hips and that we would need to go to...
Sitting in the sand, I buried my 5-year-old eyes in my knees. I wasn’t hurt, but I was embarrassed that I had fallen. My trainer tried helping me up, but I wanted to wait for my mom to climb through the wooden, split-rail fence. When she got to me, she said, “You have...
