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The Third Row

Monday morning at 7 AM I was heading north on Interstate 55, heading toward my hometown. A woman I knew had died. She and her husband lived down the road from Mom on a few acres we had sold before…

Prayers

I don’t understand prayer. I mean, not really. I don’t know how it works, or if it works, and I have noticed that when I pray for something to change, the thing that changes the most is usually me. Maybe…

Miracle Enough

I spent this morning among Pentecostal folk. I have never seen a blind man regain sight. I have never seen a cancerous tumor go away untreated. I have never spoken in tongues. When I prayed over the dying, they still…