Author: Steve

  • November 9, 2010
    “Because grace happens and my people are as desperate for grace as anyone, although they don’t always . . .”…
  • November 8, 2010
    “I haven’t been to a Sunday school class in twenty-five years, at least,” Carla said. Al nodded. “I don’t remember…
  • November 5, 2010
    “I’m afraid my story is not as dramatic as yours,” Al said. “So God is a versatile hound. Tell me…
  • November 4, 2010
    “And that gave you your courage?” Al asked. “No, that taught me when I was scared out of my skin,…
  • November 3, 2010
    “That’s what’s so strange.” Carla said. “I know that you met me in seminary but back then I had rejected…
  • November 2, 2010
    “I’m not so sure it changed. Maybe I got better at hiding behind the curtain. There was one event, however,…
  • November 1, 2010
    Carla glanced down at the table and noticed some initials carved into the table. She traced the carving with her…
  • October 29, 2010
    The coffee had grown cold during their conversation. They didn’t seem to notice. Al reached across the table and touched…
  • October 28, 2010
    “Do you know what my ministry is? Carla asked. “I know it has something to do with the border ministry…
  • October 27, 2010
    One of the shaggy haired waiters arrived immediately and asked how he could serve them. They ordered a dark-roasted Columbian…