#opendoorcoc

Do you ever feel like you just want to scream? I do sometimes.

“He looked out at the Pacific Ocean on night watch and saw that religions were too small to capture the mystery.” It's one sentence in the account of a man’s life.

I’m pretty sure Isaiah Austin would tell you that if not for the big “why” in his life — if his was just the story of a guy persevering through trials — then it would really be a pretty sad story, and not one worth hearing about.

As a black-coffee kind of guy, I usually say no to sweetener and cream.

If my God is able to bring water from a rock then He is perfectly capable of changing my heart of stone, altering its very essence so that good can flow forth and bless others.

A few paces ahead of him — walking, at times staggering, flanked by armored guards though hardly a physical threat — was the man at the center of the firestorm, beaten, bloodied, battered.

Maybe not by Genesis standards, but by just about anyone else’s, Irene Trask died “old and full of years.”

"So, how do we know our religion is true?" she asked.