My mother’s death occurred almost fifteen years before I learned about it. Her death was a news story. Murdered by a stalker while she lived in Miami. It occurred, of all days, on my ninth birthday, with me thankfully unaware. My mother was a stranger to me—both because of her absence and because of her… Continue reading Two Deaths and a Parking Lot
Whenever I give my testimony in the mostly conservative circles in which I worship, I’m always a little sheepish about the fact that my conversion is connected with a book by Benny Hinn. The fact is though that I’m grateful for my charismatic beginnings. If not for the very realness and nearness of the God… Continue reading Charismatic Beginnings
When I was pregnant with my first child, my husband and I packed up our belongings, quit our jobs and moved across the country to go to seminary. We felt the call of God on our lives and wanted to serve Him in ministry, whether here or overseas. Our hearts were eager with the prospect… Continue reading When the Church Gets Messy, What Happens to the Pastor’s Marriage?