I notice faults in folks, faults that I have forgotten I possessed myself. I am quick to judge, unwilling to forgive, particularly when the sin is a sin
“Damn dam,” Mom would say every time someone mentioned the Whitney Dam. Mom was my grandmother. Back in the 1950s, the dam had flooded her homeland, an area
On Saturday, I watched a video posted by a friend who lives on the Mississippi Coast. Her priest and some parishioners were giving instructions about how to proceed
Over 2,500 years ago, a young Jewish singer songwriter was brave enough to write about the stuff that most churchie folks would keep to themselves or to their