The Ghost at 4131

The stack of dishes on the table near my elbow made a sound that couldn’t be ignored. I was up late and alone, enjoying a few minutes of reading in a quiet, still room. Until then. The sound grew louder. The raggity, Dr. Seuss-like tower of cups and saucers – still...

Quit Talking about Faith

Ask any woman in the Sunday School class I teach at Ames Blvd. Baptist Church how they know God is real, and then take a seat. Their stories will take a while. They will talk of answered prayer, beauty out of life’s rubble, conviction over sin, of joy and peace....