A Tankful of Hope
It was another busy day in 3ABN’s pastoral department. So many hurting souls! As I disconnected from one call, another immediately rang on my extension. Answering, I said, “Pastoral, may I help you?” “Yes, I hope so. My name is Joan* and I’m so very tired. I have...
Heart Failure
I had the feeling that I was being watched. I sensed it, which made me even more uncomfortable. I didn’t know from where. I’d experienced this moment endless times before, so I knew exactly how it felt. Followed through stores. Pulled over by police. Even face down on...
My Source of Strength
A few weeks ago, I received a phone call. The one I had thought about for so many years. I had always wondered how I would react when I got it. And I found out. My father was just a month or two shy of his ninetieth birthday when he came down with COVID, but...