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Reading through my devotion on a recent morning, I noticed the writer used a definition of a word while omitting the word’s second...

( Wormwood continues tutoring his young tempter ) Remember Hardtack, conversion does not mean you have lost your patient altogether....

A good Southerner, a word to the wise type, a tried and true sixth sense, get-thee-behind-me you pitch-and-runner Southerner never...

Death stops the body’s work, the soul’s a journeyman.                                                                                    ...

Sweet Lunastelle, Not too long ago (at least in my memory), my parents and the elders to whom I looked for guidance in conversation about...

Stelle, With boundless joy, by mercy you will love. This is true and right as our Lord loved neighbor and glorified God. Jesus loved when...

My dearest Stelle, Your devotion to seeking truth brings light amid my concerns. Perspective is such a necessary gift of grace in a...

Dear Stelle, Two men, embarking on a nature walk, came upon a most exquisite flower. To the one, the flower spoke of beauty, of creation...

Dear Lunastelle, Joy fills me when I hear your relationship with Christ is growing. A life in Christ is not an easy one. Outside the...

“Mama?” “Yes.” “What does persnickety mean?” “Go look it up.” And so Mom would always respond until I quit asking. I learned to look up...

It all began the day I got the news. Opening a box containing a pacifier has its effect. The news arrested my unrestricted, youthful...

“Therefore persevere. By God’s help and by your own faithfulness something good will come from the unpromising beginning. For there are...

Advent, beginnings, are like that old Confucius saying – the journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. In my life, it began...

I didn’t notice when it happened. Somehow I found myself feeling nostalgic about Rod Stewart. A sudden compulsion to go to Wal-Greens and...

You’ve been taken by the wind You have known the kiss of sorrow Doors that would not take you in Outcast and a stranger. Lyrics from “By...

The two men’s eyes met. They shook hands and spoke. “Hey, Dave Gresham.” “Tony, suh, my name is Tony.” “How are you, Tony?” “Oh, I’m...

To struggle used to be to grab with both hands and shake and twist and turn and push and shove and not give in but wrest an answer from...

Turning the corner, I steered the car into the parking lot. There, confronting me, the sign said, “Sudden Service.” I thought, “Wow! Not...

No story. No memory. No watermelons or tomatoes. No metaphors treading in spiritual time. Today, I want to remind myself and readers of a...

Routine is the habit of the mindless, the unthinking, rapid perceptions symptomatic of an unintentional life. And don’t we too often...