Forgot Password? | Not a User? Sign up
Your browser does not support iframes.
I confess: I am not trendy or radical. Never was. Probably never will be.
From Bach and Mozart to Isaac Watts, church music is made rich and full when played on an organ.
Although grace is free, hope recently cost me $8 on Etsy, the website where people sell their handiwork.
On any given Sunday, 40 to 50 people gather together for worship amid the pine trees at Whispering Pines Park in Inverness.
This morning when I came into work, I put on a pot of decaf, as I usually do, and sat down at my desk to read the paper.
String ties and cowboy hats, boots, jeans, flip-flops, shorts and sneakers.
Here’s the dichotomy: One of the things I love most about God is also the thing I hate most.
I recently went on what I call a faith adventure.
A few years ago, the late Janice Chaffee wrote the book, “If the Prodigal Were A Daughter.”
Copyright © 2015