“Welcome to our mid-week service,” the tiny old man in front of the pulpit spoke. The handful of people in the pews smiled back their greetings. Even Regina lifted her head, panted, then settled back down on the floor next to the old woman, Annie Williams, known to most of the congregation as Aunt...

Somewhere in March I stumbled upon a call for poetry “This is my Story” and knew that I needed to participate. I resonated with the need to share our stories and lessons learned along the journey of faith.  I assumed my submissions would fall by the wayside like most other efforts, but I was pleased...

I had, subconsciously, edited Satan out of the Nativity accounts. It was an honest oversight; I wasn’t intentionally revising my theology to be cool, hip, and twentieth century. There was that time I was at the wrong end of an exorcism. And the Evangelical subculture had wore me out by promoting Satan...

I’m a middle child, which is awful enough, I suppose. But in addition to being neither youngest nor oldest, with all the benefits that accrue to each, I’m also the only one of my parents’ children who never took a debate class. As a result, growing up I lost pretty much every argument. And as an...