Y'all take care now
30,000 feet above Jackson, Miss., I came to believe it was time to start a novel.
Prisoners of a crappy war
I don't regret protesting Vietnam, but "Return with Honor" has humbled me before the heroism of our military.
The death of a beloved friend makes plain the beauty of this world.
Letting it rise
Learning to bake a good loaf of bread is not an easy thing, especially when you've got a broken bread machine.
Slick packaging can't hide a disfigured soul or fearful spirit. Just ask the pastor of the Church of 80 Percent Sincerity.
Mala from heaven
As the world crumbles, I string together beads of faith.
A heart's breath
For my birthday this year, God gave me the gift of grace.
On a shoestring
In the midst of war in Kosovo, my brother's marriage sanctifies the exchange of love and light in a flurry of bubbles and rose petals.
Breaking the surface
I think you should get to have your true authentic healed wholeself and buns of steel, but redemption just doesn't work that way
Is that all there is?
Explaining death and the hereafter to a kid who wants to be cryogenically frozen
A new member of the big, comfy underpants set ponders why women areostracized for "letting themselves go."
It turns out faith is like a little cat that you let in once and feed, and it stays forever
Despite meeting an intelligent Christian, I was not quite ready to give up a life of shame, failure, X-rated motels and Scotch just yet
My father believed that "nature bats last" -- and it did, unfolding my family's destiny
Living a double life as studious teenage tennis champ and dope-smoking lost child, I couldn't find peace until I gave up competition
Believing in a radical Christian Scientist named Lee
That one ridiculous palm
Of Catholic friends, atheist parents and the lily pads of faith
No one tells you that the profound tiredness you feel in your child's first year of life doesn't go away with the 2 a.m. feedings
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