I would have been embarrassed, downright ashamed to be associated with gluttons, drunkards, and sinners.
Life of Faith
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One gift of being a pastor is that death stands right in front of us. We understand that our days are numbered.
It is hard to imagine a time or place more opposed to the gospel than fifth-century Ireland.
Our collective panic is hurting us. Can faith help?
Doyle’s exuberant writing praised particular things in rich detail. It cut to the pulsing heart of life.
In the late 70s, two friends of mine housesat for the poet James Merrill—and got out his Ouija board.
We gave our readers a one-word writing prompt: “surprise.”
Why are there only 12 disciples? Will we be with our families in heaven? Does God think pineapple should go on pizza?