Washing away this man's sins would not be so easy.
A 97-Year-Old’s Baptism
Washing away this man's sins would not be so easy.
Washing away this man's sins would not be so easy.
I’m horrified that we locked my sweet, loveable, funny aunt into a prison of silence, where she dreaded the day she would die and go to the hell we had created.
I always wanted more than the genie experience. I preached that praying should be a constant communion of spirits. I tried to practice it, too. I poured my heart out for hours at a time....
I’ve only just now realized that no one in the UMC is going to change their minds. The only thing I see happening is that the LGBT will be more resented afterwards.
My consciousness… that presence behind the eyes that processes my thoughts and experiences--does it drift away and go somewhere else?
In Idabel, I loved walking among the trees near my home. Tall pines felt like older siblings watching over me as I walked on a carpet of needles and cones. At the right time of year, pecan trees left a snack on the ground for me to munch. Others offered full leaves to shade me … Continue reading I Love the Trees