Dove flying in Lisbon, Portugal

The First Rhubarb

Note: This little Fable was created as a Christmas gift, by request, for friends in an Internet debate forum. The idea for the “First Rhubarb” arose from an interminably long and punny debate about the unpalatableness of a certain vegetable — a vegetable whose color

Dove flying in Lisbon, Portugal

Which Faith?

I first met the woman who would become my partner as a freshman in college. She was a sophomore and lived just down the hall in the same women-only dorm. I had several high school classmates that I spent time with while Jen hung out

Man writing

A Letter to the Congregation

With the composition of a single two-paged letter I was able to lose the respect, support and love of an entire congregation of Christians. The faithful witness I maintained through twenty-seven years of service to a small group of believers came to nothing frightfully quickly.

Dove flying in Lisbon, Portugal

Journey of Faith, Journey of Acceptance

The chapel service, like many Pentecostal services in the early 1980s, was well orchestrated, modeled after the talk show format of The PTL Club. The shiny blonde worship leader, a grad student in the school of theology, led one praise chorus after another, accompanied by

Woman sitting alone in rustic church

Trusting God’s Silence

I sing a song that has the lyrics in it: ” You call in prayer to find him there, and you wonder where He went. Best remember He’s still with you for your needs to supply, just hold on to His promises and on His

Woman sitting alone in rustic church

When God Is Silent

Faith means a lot of things to a lot of people and faith is what keeps me from becoming disheartened whenever the message I am waiting for isn’t readily available. I read something once that has remained with me over the years – a constant

Woman sitting alone in rustic church

On ‘The Silence of God’

Have you ever thought about what prompts a lot of us to pray? It’s usually when we want something really badly like a job or a date with someone special or the lottery. And if we don’t get what we ask for, we feel our

Woman sitting alone in rustic church

The Silence of God

What began as an article turned prose in midair, for words seemed to flow so fast and the message remains as it would have to start, from memory to testimony they last; The Lord I did serve every turn and chance, as a born-again Christian

Woman sitting alone in rustic church

Prayer of Silence

God How do I answer those who would condemn me to hell in your name and in the name of love? God How do I answer those who would support my baptism as a child of God, but not my ordination to God’s service in