Does your gut kick up a fuss over Good Friday like mine does? I FEEL the pain of it all—too much. My head tells me that Jesus’ crucifixion brought life to my soul, but my heart agonizes over the unfathomable price tag. Good Friday takes me back 60 years to a sermon...

Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me! John Newton, who wrote these words, was indeed a wretch in his slave-hauling business but was gloriously saved. I, however, have a bit of trouble with the word. I was practically born in church and...

As this could well be my last Christmas on this planet, I want it to be TREETACULAR! First, a history lesson. Christmas trees, as we know them, have a bad rap. Egyptians, Celts, and Romans had pagan practices with trees and evergreens. Christians of the 16th century...

My oncologist tells me it’s time to get serious about the prospect of dying, and I’m taking his advice. I decided long ago that wringing my hands won’t help, nor would clinging to the bedposts in abject fear, as Scrooge did. No, instead, I searched my Humor folder and...

Is a choir that sings on bended knee an a patella Choir? (Thank you, Donnie!) I managed to make a big splash in the grocery store when I tripped over the corner of the plum display and landed in ignominy. I finally agreed to an ambulance ride to the hospital, laughing...