I came from a loving, stable home. My parents had a strong marriage. My childhood was happy, and family ties were solid. Sundays were set apart for quality time together.
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I grew up in an extremely marginal Christian home. Even though my parents never went to church, said prayers before meals, or in any outward way demonstrated any commitment to
If I were to describe my faith journey in just a few words, I would say it has been like climbing a tree, starting from the ground up. Ground, meaning
I grew up in the mid-southern region of the United States, right in the heart of the Bible Belt. My family members were strong Southern Baptists. God gave me a
I used to live in a fog. At first, it didn’t bother me. I was convinced my young, strong lungs could handle anything. But the fog was silently growing thicker
It was a hot July day in 1976, and I had just returned home for supper. It was still light out in the early evening and Yolanda, my girlfriend at
I grew up in the rural community of Bethlehem, Kentucky — a great place to call home around Christmas. For as long as I can remember, my family attended a
My dad took me to my first Royals game when I was eight years old. It was 1976. Big John Mayberry hit a home run for us, we beat the
I was born July 11, 1954, the first of seven children. One week later, I was baptized into the Catholic Church. From second through tenth grades, I attended Catholic schools,
In order to explain my journey, I have to explain those of my parents, because that is where it all began. My mother was from Czechoslovakia. My grandmother was the
There has never been a time in my life when I was not surrounded by a faith centered on the Eucharist/Lord’s Supper/Breaking of Bread. I would eventually come home to
Bags of Candy! Bags of candy! This is what I remember most about my upbringing as a Lutheran (Evangelical Lutheran Synodical Conference of North America – Missouri Synod). At the
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