Prayers for the Southland

I lived through one tornado. It was the summer of 1977. I was working as a summer missionary with the Southern Baptist Convention. When I applied for the position they asked me for my first choice for service, and being a homesick Georgia girl, I put down Atlanta.  I got my 3rd choice — the Midwest. Gary. Portage. Michigan [Read More...]

A Bubba story

You know him, don’t you? That man at church, the one who drives the Mercedes SUV, or maybe one of those pricey new hybrids. He ‘s generous to a fault, always writing the biggest checks for whatever is needed — be it a new building or several scholarships to church camp. He’s the one preacher calls [Read More...]

Praying with Strangers

He didn’t know what to do after his wife took the kids and left him, so he joined a motorcycle gang, turned to drugs and drink to dull the pain. “I don’t really blame him,” his daughter said. Still the hurt of all that shadows her. “I have a hard time crying. I can cry [Read More...]