Faith, Fiction, Friends

Nancy Rosback, my online friendship with whom goes back to when, well, we were a lot younger, has been in St. Louis for the past couple o...

On rainy days the classroom smells like mud from the swamp the school is built upon. We stand in an alphabetical line for lunch, ...

A small line of sweat washing his upper lip, he lay on a single bed in a room with pale green walls, searching through the cat...

He was three when he learned and filed the knowledge forever that the retired couple next door loved children, especially those w...

The 1940 Ford sits in splendor in the undoored garage, waiting patiently for its driver who never drives anywhere without her ha...

A big tree, shading the front of the frame house, or part of it, anyway, it was big in a child’s imagination and a man’s memor...

Cousin time, and aunt time, and each summer a week in the Ninth Ward (the Lower Ninth) the grocery with the frozen cups of fla...

I never liked cornbread, those sticks my mother baked in the cast-iron molded pan, a black pan with six indentations like perf...

No central air, so we’d sit in the one air-conditioned room and watch Lawrence Welk on summer Saturday nights: aunt, uncle, gr...

We met a stranger as we walked along the road, our sandaled feet covered in dust, speaking of what happened in the city. He ...

“When the New Testament was written,” writes Michael Spencer in Mere Churchianity: Finding Your Way Back to Jesus-Shaped Spirituality , “it ...

I was 24, working in Texas. I was walking to my office when I passed a new colleague in the hallway. “How’s it going?” I said causally as I ...

“One of the saddest realities I’ve experienced,” writes Michael Spencer in Mere Churchianity: Finding Your Way Back to Jesus-Shaped Spiritua...

“Faith, alive in our weakness, looks like a war,” writes Michael Spencer in Mere Churchianity: Finding Your Way Back to Jesus-Shaped Spiritu...

Michael Spencer doesn’t like adjectives. In Mere Churchianity: Finding Your Way Back to Jesus-Shaped Spirituality , he takes on all those ad...

The night I became a believer (almost 38 years ago), I was given a green padded-cover copy of The Living Bible . I had read portions of the ...

I grew up in the Lutheran Church – Missouri Synod. In high school, I attended a Southern Baptist church. In college, I didn’t attend anythin...

I was raised in the Lutheran Church – Missouri Synod. My mother’s family was Lutheran; my father’s family Southern Baptist. In high school, ...

Over at Internet Monk, Jeff Dunn posted a book review Thursday under the title of “ Christianity’s Forgotten Man .” The book is Jesus Manife...

My online friend Nancy Rosback , whose pictures I use a lot on this blog, has started a new blog called Bend the Page – a place to talk abo...