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....
When Sunday Demands More Than A Smile

When Sunday Demands More Than A Smile

I am not so daft as to be unaware of how people think of me. I understand my unconventionalness draws attention. The latest example came while sitting with a couple of long-time church members. Somewhere around the one-hour mark, a set of eyes set upon me, looked me...