the sorry state of Christian fiction
Today’s post is brought to you by bad romance novels, scrub brushes and a healthy dose of rewrites. Continue reading “the sorry state of Christian fiction”
Today’s post is brought to you by bad romance novels, scrub brushes and a healthy dose of rewrites. Continue reading “the sorry state of Christian fiction”
I am learning to stay at other people’s homes and not be weirded out by it.
Some people have panic attacks; I have staying-at-other-people’s-houses . . . issues. Continue reading “i have issues – and not the radio show kind”
It is not out of line for Lutherans to call their pastors “Father.”
Now before you go all “But that’s Roman Catholic” and “I need a dark corner to rock back and forth in!” and “*faint*” please take a deep breath.
{Unless you’re sitting near a cow pasture and the wind is blowing your way. Then maybe don’t. Not that I would know anything about that.} Continue reading “your pastor, your father”