A gentle whisper of love in the face of rejection leads to peace, and ultimately, joy
If your journey through life takes you enough times around the sun, eventually it happens. And when it does, your heart just might break.
Catholics and Protestants: Let’s have some coffee with a generous splash of friendship
I can still picture the middle-aged man, Stephen, standing in our driveway, a huge grin on his face.
“I knew it!” he exclaimed. “I just knew it. Catholics do know Jesus! They’re not bad people!”
What an unforgettable conversation that day. Stephen had been our bug guy for several years, coming out every quarter and helping to stem the tide against scorpions, black widows and other nasties that tended to disrupt the harmony of the Soulful Catholic’s humble homestead. The outline of the fish on the back of his mini Toyota truck gave evidence of his Christian faith and, impressively, he usually found a way to bring Christ into the conversation. Every. Single. Time.
Saying yes to forever–at 22? Be still my heart
The happy news came, as news of this kind frequently does, through a social media post.
Crimson rose petals shaped the words: Will you marry me?
Do we see Jesus in disguise, right in front of us?
Susan was doctoral candidate with a bright future the night her life changed forever. The evening bicycle ride with her husband was something they did regularly but would never share again. After the freak accident in 1994, her entire left leg had to be amputated.
Boldly sharing Jesus with a world bent on destruction and thirsting for hope
“Jesus hears ya,” the flashing, digital billboard declared as I slowly drove past.