A year or two before my childhood decision to accept God’s gift of salvation, I wanted a birthday party prize so badly that I took it home in my pocket. Thankfully, I was caught and made to face the music. If I had ever doubted I was a sinner, ste...

I fastened my eyes on a cluster of people staring right back at me. I recognized my grandparents positioned in the center. Smiles lit their faces like candles on a cake. My family members moved with me as one force toward a group that held signs a...

This is the text that showed up on my WhatsApp feed a few weeks ago:

A group of women met three times a week. Different denominations. Different cultures. Different stages in life. This group met with a common goal - to work out. They were dedicated to show up and do hard things. But, this group of women became my ...