The Way of St. Jonathan Daniels

The Way of St. Jonathan Daniels

When people ask me a question, I immediately apologize for what occurs next. “I’m a preacher and a Southerner,” I say. “And what that means is that I talk in stories.” I collect stories, always have, and Lord willing, always will. I pass...
Seeing God’s Kin-dom in the Dog Days of Summer

Seeing God’s Kin-dom in the Dog Days of Summer

Ever met a puppy you wanted to kick? I know one. His name is Sirius. People tell me all the time how wonderful Sirius is. The same people say this while whipping back sun-bleached blonde hair and applying tanning oil to their already bronze bodies. They say this while...
From the Corn Fields to Drag Queen Story Time

From the Corn Fields to Drag Queen Story Time

I have a deep-rooted fear of cornfields. I hold the master of the macabre, Stephen King, responsible for causing the hairs on my neck to bristle like endless rows of ear-filled stalks every early fall. My older cousin has a hand in my navarrofobia diagnosis, too. Even...