At the end of Moses’ life, he stood in front of his nation and reminded his people about the terms of their covenant with God. Moses reminded his people that God didn’t choose them because of a stellar track record of getting it right. They never were able to mind their spiritual P’s and Q’s....

Of all the stories surrounding Jesus that appear in the Bible, one of my favourites would have to be the account in John chapter four of the Samaritan woman who speaks with Jesus at the well. Now, I’ve heard many readings of this passage, most which focus entirely on Jesus’ words and actions –...

I don’t drink. Alcohol, that is. I stopped drinking December 2009. Before that, I liked to drink, and did so whenever I liked. Not too much, you understand, just a glass of red or two probably five nights a week, and sometimes the whole bottle, except for the last half a glass I’d toddle over and...

I recently started a garden. I’ve been growing tomatoes, peppers, green beans and squash. Well, I’ve been trying to grow those things. I thought I should probably have some idea how to produce my own food just in case the manure continues to hit the fan here in the good ol’ U....

  Just in the three years I’ve been in Starkville, we Mississippi State fans can count on four or five or even six hands how many terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad calls cost us victories – with no thanks to the men wearing black and white stripes, often referred to by fans as “stupid...

“I love them whores, they never judge you. What can you say when you’re a whore?” - Jane’s Addiction I’ve been thinking about whores, church and Jesus lately (not necessarily in that order). There’s a story in the Bible about a prostitute who just had to get some time...

A few months ago, I was in a room with fifty or so people from all over the country.  We were sharing stories about our experiences of God’s presence.  Our conversation was centered on this passage from the beginning of Psalm 46: God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble…...

It was a cold and drizzling Easter Sunday morning, early just before the sun rises, in rural northern Kentucky. I was assisting the local Methodist pastor in leading the community Sunrise Easter Service. Rev. Davenport decided to serve Communion to everyone in attendance at the conclusion of his devotional....

“Mom, I just can’t wait any longer.  I need this gerbil!” Ella is staring me down determinedly from the kitchen table with narrowed eyes, munching on her after school snack.  As I proceed to empty the dishwasher, inaugurating my so-called second shift, I groan inwardly.  I don’t want a rodent...

“The song I was writing is left undone. I don’t know why I spend my time writing songs I can’t believe, with words that tear and strain to rhyme. And so you see I have come to doubt all that I once held as true. I stand alone without beliefs. The only truth I know is you. And as I watch the...