by John Powell
I can still remember what feelings ran through me as I stared out the window trying not to cry. My mom was gently telling me how the kid in my class who told me how babies were made was technically... Continue...
by John Powell
The events I dreaded the most when I first became a pastor were funerals. But not every funeral. Some funerals are easy: you know the person, and you know that they were a believer. There is nothing easier than... Continue...
by John Powell
Holidays are often the few days a year when we go home and spend the night with our parents. During college, we longed for the serenity and familiarity of home. But, in recent years, a lot of us have been... Continue...