What He Had Left

What He Had Left

Every Sunday, I get to stand in front of people and tell a story. Some are long, some are short. Some are funny; some can make the eyes a bit misty. A few are good enough for folks to remember. Most are single-serving, like the tiny coffee creamers found at a...
I Was Number 49594

I Was Number 49594

49594 I know this sequence like I know my social security number. My father made me memorize it when I was 10.  I carried the card in my wallet. It shows the wear of time and the trust a parent had in their child. I know it like I know my grandmother’s phone number. I...
The Star That Stays With Me

The Star That Stays With Me

As a minister, people ask me where I see hope. It feels like this query is getting more difficult to answer these days. But if I can muster up the courage, then I tell folks all they need to do is go outside and look up. That’s my suggestion, my prayer for them....