A Place At His Table
At the sound of her voice, I figured she was young. Energy and enthusiasm born from her love for the Lord bubbled up from her heart and burst forth from her lips. She was calling to give a praise report, and I was eager to hear Vonda’s story. “Did you grow up in a...
Miles of Love
Sometimes they appear at night. A bouncing lamp leading the way. Sometimes my headlights cross their path and the glitter of reflective tape appears out of the shadows. I’ve even seen them in the fog, far across town, and many miles from home. A father and his son on...
Loving My Neighbor
There he was, again, walking down the street. Crazy-looking. Dirty. And talking to himself. As I drove past Corey* I wondered where he was going. Then I wondered where he was sleeping. Or if he was getting enough food to survive. Corey has struggled with sobriety for...