I am a Christian author. What does this mean? (Sorry, I’m also Lutheran.) What does it mean to be a Christian? What do people who hear that adjective think of those to whom it applies and of those who adopt it for themselves? Does it refer to what a person is, or to what a […]
January, 1955 Pastor’s dog repeats her ways. Another Sunday morning litter. Two young boys pleading with their mother. “Please. Pastor says we may if you permit.” “But I don’t like dogs.” “We’ll take care of him.” “I don’t know.” “We’ll be good.” “He’ll have to stay outside.” “Oh, thank you, Mom! Thank you!” Two boys
God moves in mysterious ways, he knew. But what was he doing now? At 40, David had pretty much resigned himself to the idea that the one big void in his life would never be filled. But there, leaning against the passenger door of his truck as he drove through the snowy night, slept a
Had it been a “whoosh!”? Or maybe a “whoomph!” Dusty couldn’t tell. All he knew was that one moment everything seemed fine and the next Gramps was standing there with a blank expression, his whiskers, eye brows, and the hair around his face tipped in small curls of an ashy kind of tan. In all
