The people who knew me best in my younger days would describe my personality as callous and obsessive. My mom, dad, sister, friends, and others knew that I was not
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My faith journey began with listening to God. Some of my earliest memories are of church and prayer. My parents were devoted members of a non-denominational, charismatic Protestant community. Church,
Shortly before my sixth birthday, my Baptist-minister daddy baptized me in the Mississippi River following a tent revival. He placed me at the front of the line while folks sang
An Atheist Childhood My parents were raised Catholic before the Second Vatican Council, and both left the faith during the upheaval in the 1960s. The Vietnam War and the women’s
I grew up on a farm outside of a small village in Ohio. My tiny village had half a dozen Christian churches, and my family belonged to the Church of
Change begins at the end of your comfort zone. It’s more than a cliché. With regard to faith journeys, the change may simply be a move from one Protestant church
I’ve always said that God has a great sense of humor. I left the Church while attending a Catholic college and came back while living in an atheistic commune! Fragile
When I married a professional baseball player, life on the road kept us church hopping and searching for a home that checked all the boxes. It wasn’t until baseball was
I will give them a heart to know that I am the Lord; and they shall be my people and I will be their God, for they shall return to
I grew up with no religious background and did not know I was a baptized Roman Catholic until two years into my religious education at Malone University where I studied
I grew up having a serious faith. My parents were among the many young couples in the late 1950s who made the trek up Route 23 from the coal-mining region
“I was ransomed from the futile ways…” (1 Peter 1:18). My DNA flows from the ancient Jewish diaspora, up through North Africa and into Portugal. My father was baptized as