I Miss My Friend God

Most of my talks with God took place inside my head but sometimes, when we were in complete privacy, I would speak out loud. He was unfailingly patient and was also pretty realistic. He made me no wild promises; instead, He assured me that no matter how life unfolded, I would be able to summon up the inner resources to make it through and maybe do a little good for others along the way. He spurred me to walk half … Read on…

The Seeds of Disbelief

Having recently started thinking about faith again, I find myself remembering what seems like another life (or another person’s life) long ago, in which I was generally undecided in the matter of religious belief. I was a pre-teen, drawn to a local Southern Baptist church by the spectacle and the fellowship. And, if truth be known, by the enthusiastic singing and the excellent box lunches. I had thought, then, of becoming a pastor, perhaps in the same way that many … Read on…