Jill Briscoe's Introduction to Prayer in WW2

Suppose you were that young girl living in Liverpool, England, on coastal waters that could easily hide Nazi submarines. Life for Jill Briscoe’s family during the early 1940s revolved around listening to non-stop radio and dreading the sound of church...

Blood, Toil, Tears and Sweat

The beginning of World War II saw England on the edge of disaster. Europe was being devoured, with Hitler’s long arm reaching all the way to North Africa. How long before the island itself would be invaded? Hitler, however, failed to factor in Britain’s secret...

Something there is . . .

. . . that doesn’t like a wall, that wants it down—says poet Robert Frost. He blames the ruin of New England’s stone walls on winter, hunters and even elves. Walls define relationships, he says. They’re necessary but hard to maintain. Frost repairs his own...

On Speaking Terms . . .

The most important question you’ll ever have to answer is, Do you believe in God? The second most important question: How will your answer affect the rest of your life and beyond? I believe in God for two starter reasons: The Big Bang, and the Intelligence...

Reepicheeps They’re Not

REEPICHEEP, the unlikely mouse hero of Narnia’s Prince Caspian, devoted himself, body and soul, to the lion king, Aslan. Not only can I tolerate that sort of mouse, but honor it. A noble animal. I, though, have been surrounded, so it seems, by hordes of the less...

Doorstep to a New Novel

IN MY LAST BLOG, I promised a preview of my almost-finished novel, An Unpresentable Glory. A quick overview (aka Elevator Pitch): Un.pre.sent.a.ble Glo.ry noun The spiritual reward for helping a desperate stranger do the unmentionable. The return from sneaking a God...