This One’s For You, Hero
This one’s for you, hero. You, who lovingly dust pianos and portraits of missionaries. You, who give of your afternoons or evenings sweeping carpet dusty from the feet of tho
Ministering through the Valley of the Shadow
The day my mother died started with prayer. It started with the laying on of hands and my father praying in tongues, begging for his wife to live. It started with me claiming the p
A Letter to my Twenty-Year-Old Self.
I have always loved stories about time-travel. From Back to the Future to Ray Bradbury stories, there’s something about time-travel stories that makes us ask questions. What