Daily Word Articles
“Good morning, PP.” How I love to hear those words. “PP” is the endearing name Angela, my “prayer partner,” and I have for each other, and it makes me giggle.
My life almost ended six years ago.
For many years, I struggled with self-doubt, emotional pain, childhood family problems, betrayal, and deep depression.
My future was bright … if one were to judge my life by the socially imposed checklists by which we usually measure success. I was popular in school.
My dad used to tell me that anything was possible. “Some things are unlikely,” he would say, “but anything is possible!”
My mother was dying. There, I said it out loud. Her doctor was a compassionate man, but he needed to be blunt.
When I was a seminary student, one of my roommates was a portly, retired Jamaican restaurateur, Steven Samms, who went on to lead one of the most successful Unity ministries in Kingston, Jamaica’s
In springtime—as Earth turns toward renewal, fitfully and in starts, but with nature’s innate certainty—new seeds push their roots downward with dogged determination and tender buds begin their jou
I didn’t see it as an expression of love until decades later. What my mom did every morning of my childhood felt, instead, like rejection.
Moment to moment, our awareness resides either in a conventional or transcendental world or reality.