God Loves the Prodigal’s Mama Too

One beautiful, benign, spring day, my phone buzzed with an unknown number. I answered it anyway. “Is this Mercia’s mom? I’m  here with her in the college parking lot, and she’s about to drive her car into a brick wall.” As I raced out the door and through town, I begged God to spare myContinueContinue reading “God Loves the Prodigal’s Mama Too”

The Major Deal with a Minor Holiday

I love pizza even though the gluten in the crust and the lactose in the cheese usually make me feel sick. It’s a special treat nonetheless. But it’s not special enough to make up for the fact that it’s my Labor Day picnic-for-one meal. That’s a lot of pressure to put on a few slices of pizza.ContinueContinue reading “The Major Deal with a Minor Holiday”