By Jaime McGarvey

In the past, I haven’t been so proactive about sharing my faith. If provoked, I share multitudes of wisdom on a variety of topics and have never been completely shy about witnessing. I, however, am not the “walk-up-to-a-stranger-and-give-them-the-good-news” junkie. Frankly, those kind of people have always made me a tad bit uncomfortable.

By Tara E. Stickle

A good friend once asked me what I thought the worst thing about ‘The Church’ was.  My first thought was the pulpit politics or how every church seems to have cliques and no one seems to be united.  Then I thought again.

By Stuart D. Kent

“Bye!  I love you!”

That’s what my mother told me everyday as I headed out the door during my senior year in high school.  She made a point to say it every morning, standing at the light-green screen door in her fuzzy, royal blue housecoat.  I remember jumping in my car, fumbling with the keys trying to hurry and crank the car because she would stand there, smiling, until I drove off.