This post is being featured today at the Internet Café. Some men came carrying a paralyzed man on a sleeping mat. They tried to take him inside to Jesus, but they couldn’t reach him because of the crowd. So they went up to the roof and took off some tiles. Then they lowered the sick man...

 [Looking through some old files, I found this short piece, written almost two years ago during the Midwest Writers Workshop. The writing prompt was “write about a secret.” Just thought I’d share.] I squint in the harsh light, sweat beading on my forehead, running down my face, trickling between the tears. A small gold box...

There was one speaker at the Festival of Faith and Writing that I didn’t see listed in the program. To be honest, I might have stayed home if I’d been aware. And that darn speaker isn’t one to be celebrated. But he was there. I listened to readings, thinking to myself, do I even have...

                Some nuggets from Anne‘s keynote speech and interview at the Festival of Faith and Writing this weekend. “It’s not ‘take and figure it out.’ It’s ‘take and eat.'” “Keep your butt in the chair. That’s the secret of life.” “Laughter is carbonated holiness.” “There’s who you are...

Won’t you come to the Internet Café with me this morning to read about the touch of a Master’s hand?

By Lisel Mueller Doctor, you say there are no haloes around the streetlights in Paris and what I see is an aberration caused by old age, an affliction. I tell you it has taken me all my life to arrive at the vision of gas lamps as angels, to soften and blur and finally banish...

(Only it’s not a mystery, just a blog tour, but I like saying “magical.”) Thanks to Alison Bliss for inviting me to take part in this. Her debut novel, Rules of Protection, will be released by Entangled Publishing in July and it.is.awesome. I know, because she let me read it. She generously gives me the...

I’m always proud to be posting at Internet Café. To read the rest of the article, join me over there. But first, look at how cute I was. And at my dad’s very plaid, very 1970 pants. Now all glory to God, who is able, through his mighty power at work within us, to accomplish...

I’m always proud to be posting at Internet Café. To read the rest of the article, join me over there. But first, look at how cute I was. And at my dad’s very plaid, very 1970 pants. Now all glory to God, who is able, through his mighty power at work within us, to accomplish...

My husband was raised Catholic. Years ago, shortly after my husband and I started attending our Pentecostal-ish church, someone asked him what he was giving up for Lent. Without missing a beat, he said, “The Catholic church!” He said that — and I relate the story now — not to be mean. Truly, we don’t have...