Sunday After Midnight

It’s after midnight on Sunday evening. Everyone in my neighborhood’s most likely in bed. But me? I’m walking the path around the man-made lake in our subdivision in pitch darkness. Hopefully, everyone else is asleep, because I’m spitting and cussing at God. What’s wrong? Enough that I’m wondering why God thinks I would still be…

Do-Or-Die, De Vine and De Branch

So I’ve hit the ground running at my new church. We arrived here just two months ago now, after saying tearful goodbyes to dear friends in our former ministry field. I’d given 5 years of my life to that church, starting it from scratch. And I had learned so much that had somehow escaped me…