It seems that from our very youngest days we have developed the habit of asking “Why?” Our young, inquiring minds need to learn the explanation for everything we see and hear, and even for the absence of some things and people from our lives. As
The Jews enslaved in Egypt, no doubt were angry with God and thought He had abandoned them. Certainly the Indians wondered where the Great Spirit had gone when the whites came and took their land and lives. The Africans captured and brought here as slaves
A lot of people may get a chuckle from this title, knowing that I am bisexual, but I thought that the topic for this issue of Whosoever would be a great time to talk about one of the miracles in my own life that came
For godly sorrow worketh repentance to salvation not to be repented of: but the sorrow of the world worketh death. (2 Corinthians 7:10) When one belongs to God, he or she is eventually forced into a corner where he or she must say “Amen” to
I think we concentrate a bit too much on how we feel and a bit too little on what we’re meant to do. Most of the time, God doesn’t call us to feel good about how He is running the world but to play the
When I reflect on our anger with God, I immediately remembered of how Adam reacted when God confronted him about eating the forbidden fruit that Adam thought would “make him become like God.” God asked Adam, “What have you done?” Adam blamed God and the
When I was a young Baptist, going to high school in the late 1970s, “secular humanism” was the big thing for evangelicals to rage against and to fear. Long before Tim LaHaye struck it rich with his best-selling Left Behind novels about the Rapture, he
I believe that God is an old, African, Appalachian, Jewish, homosexual, paralyzed, poor, tired, woman. I believe she has great wide hands that have been ripped from picking cotton, filthy from mining coal, raw and cracked from harvesting the crop, rotten from searching in garbage
When I was eight years old, I remember a preacher standing in the pulpit pointing his finger at my mother, shaking his finger at her, and preaching that anyone who missed church to take care of the sick was going to hell. My Mother had
I’ve started and stopped writing this article maybe a hundred times. I have so many thoughts and feelings it was genuinely hard to organize them into a coherent account of the last 8 years. After making my decision to go ahead and begin looking for