Why I Love Being Wesleyan by Elizabeth Glass Turner
When I first arrived at seminary, I was astonished at the number of Wesleyans I met. Wesleyans everywhere! Having grown…
When I first arrived at seminary, I was astonished at the number of Wesleyans I met. Wesleyans everywhere! Having grown…
To die, to sleep— no more—and by a sleep to say we end the heartache and the thousand natural shocks…
“Now we see dimly; then, face to face.” Not, perhaps, the most utilized portion of I Corinthians 13 at the…
As a grown-up, I traveled to a hospital once to visit a friend who’d had surgery. A mutual friend accompanied…
I’ll bet there are roads you could drive blindfolded if you really needed to. Maybe it’s the road from your…
“Too big to fail.” A few years ago – and it doesn’t matter what your personal political opinion was on…
I’m a Yankee. Specifically, I was born in central Michigan, where the air is scented with pine needles and damp…
I was thirty-two years old when a woman took my advice on how to die. Sitting in her low living…
On a recent hot summer day, I pulled down the flap of my mailbox and discovered an official-looking summons. For…
As the United States screeches with discord and distrust, the people in pulpits and in pews are exhausted. Some had…