Why Do I Go to Church?

I go to church because I like holding hands while we walk forward. We’re all lost, but we’re all walking. Continue reading →

A Tale of the Ghost of Christmas Past

“Come with me, my child.” I glare at the shining spirit. “I’m old—not really a child any more.” It shakes Continue reading →

When Christmas Hurts

It’s the hardest Christmas ever. This year mere darkness seems trivial. Hundreds of thousands are sick and dying, and the Continue reading →

Holiday Blues: How to Forgive Your Parents

I hate going home for Christmas. It’s not the cookies and beer, the endless bowl games or the high school Continue reading →