• Hunters for the Hungry

    Patrick Whittle

    Associated Press

    PORTLAND, Maine

    It’s a cool fall morning outside a red brick warehouse in Maine’s largest city, and Don Morrison is facing a tall order. It’s time to turn 40 pounds of moose and deer meat into enough shepherd’s pie to feed 200 people by sundown.

  • Grace Notes: Prayer weak

    As I write this, I’m sitting in the sanctuary of my church.

    It’s early on a Monday morning, the first day of our prayer week.

    We did this last year, opened the church to anyone who wanted to come and pray. Last year I went every day and prayed fervent, specific prayers, prayed with all my heart, soul, mind and strength.

  • 'Surreal revelations'

    Nicole Winfield 

    Associated Press 

    The Vatican is no stranger to drama, intrigue or scandal. But even by Vatican standards, this has been one hell of a month. 

  • Grace Notes: All days give praise

    Sometimes when we’ve had a good day at our house, as we crawl into bed I’ll say to my husband, “Nobody cried and nobody threw hard-boiled eggs.”
    The “nobody cried” is self-explanatory. The “nobody threw hard-boiled eggs” refers to the time I became so frustrated and enraged that I took a plastic container filled with a dozen hard-boiled eggs that I had just finished peeling and threw them with all my might, one by one, on the entry floor.
    I don’t think I’d ever done anything like that before, and I’m 73 percent sure I’ll never do it again.

  • 'I just fell in love'

    INVERNESS — On the way to becoming a history teacher, the Rev. Ron Pfeifer fell in love.

  • Local church dreams big for new building

    BEVERLY HILLS — Their name tells it all: Joy and Praise Fellowship. 

    For more than 12 years, members of this lively Pentecostal congregation of Christian believers have worshiped in a storefront church in Beverly Hills Plaza on County Road 491, but now they believe God is wanting them to move on to bigger, better things.

  • Grace Notes 11/7/2015: The gift of misery

    I spent this past weekend feeling sad.

    The reason isn’t important — actually, there really wasn’t a reason other than I just felt like being sad, and so I was.

    I called my sister to tell her that I was sad, but she was at her granddaughter’s soccer game and didn’t answer her phone, which made me even sadder.

  • Grace Notes: Hope, like light, scatters the darkness

    The other morning I ate breakfast in the moonlight.

    The temperature outdoors was several degrees cooler than the temperature indoors, so I took my bowl of Cinnamon Chex/Fiber One with unsweetened almond milk and my cup of coffee, opened the sliding glass door that separates the living room from the back screened-in porch and sat at the high-top tile table.

  • Spreading the Good News

    “Let the little children come to me and do not hinder them, for to such belongs the kingdom of heaven” (Matthew 19:14).

    The methods and the medium have changed, but not the message: The gospel is good news.

  • Grace Notes: ‘Bless me, Father, for I have sinned’

    Several times a week, I pass a church that has a sign board out front advertising confessions on Saturdays.

    I confess that when I was a kid I went to a church that had confession booths, only I thought behind the dark wooden doors was either a broom closet or it was where they kept the devil.

    Kids think crazy things, don’t they?