True story: I slept with the light on until I was 20 years old… and got married. I’d had a perpetual fear of the dark. I was pretty sure there were no monsters under my bed or in the closet, but the control freak in me at least wanted to be able to see whatever otherwise might get me while { read more… }

I had the Lord’s Supper twice on Christmas Eve: One was at an evening church service; the other was lunch at the Hilltop Women’s Prison Unit. One consisted of Broadman’s Traditional Unleavened Bread and grape juice; the other was tamales made out of Doritos, spam, and summer sausage and a Coke Zero. One was served by an ordained pastor and deacons in our church; { read more… }