“Trash Talk”
It was a dark and stormy night. No, really. Thursday, February 17, leading into Friday, February 18 was by no stretch of the imagination a good night
“My Prayer Life Is a Shambles”
My mother once asked me about a problem she was having with her devotional time. She said that she would be in the middle of praying when, out of
“A Letter to Joyce”
Joyce is a regular in the Modern Maturity Center’s fitness center, usually about the same time I’m there. We don’t talk a whole lot. She’s cordial enough if I