My sleep was filled with ghoulish nightmares last night, dreams of sealed coffins and relentless zombies and crying out for deliverance in the name of Jesus. I have no idea where those ideas came from, or why, since I never indulge in those story lines or images in any recreational or research format. Perhaps it...
A friend posted this on her Facebook page yesterday: "I just got done putting wood in our wood boiler and got in the car to drive the boys to the library. One son said, 'Oh mom, you smell just like smoked salmon . . . no, more like smoked lake trout.' I responded, 'Is that...
On more than one occasion over the years someone I'm talking with will say, "Pastor, I feel invisible. No one seems to really see me unless they need something, and then they don't see me, they just see a dispenser for their need." Have you ever felt that way, as if you don't really matter,...