Broken Yoke
Stepped into an empty church long before Sunday would stir. Morning sun…
Stepped into an empty church long before Sunday would stir. Morning sun…
The first step in writing is finding a favorite spot, a creative corner, a place to escape the trappings…
Sunday morning, second pew is one person lighter than last week. One of the strongest men I know sat…
There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens: a time to be…
Dropping a dime in my virtual jukebox spun “He’ll Take Care of the Rest” by Keith Green. A funny…
A small-town sidewalk deep in the smoky mountains, with the hand of my precious bride in tow, we dipped…
There stood a tree, shrouded in the garb of winter, waiting for Spring to flourish, alone with a background…
A late summer seaside music festival. Taking a break from the wind, the sun and the mass of people…
Contacting an old friend revealed scars so deep that an innocent conversation caused pains of her past to resurface….
A pastor once said, “Everyone has one good sermon in them.” I…