
As a young boy I was immersed in our family’s history. Both sides. From my father’s side, it was West Virginia and the Forneys who had been on that land since 1804. There’s where the family graveyard sits, on a…
Read More“Johnny, don’t go beyond the curb,” my mother would admonish me when I asked to go outside. And if the ball goes out into the street, let someone go get it for you. All instructions to keep me safe. Later…
Read MoreAt a student conference at the University of the Pacific in Stockton, California, I first encountered a mature, muscular understanding of the Christian faith I had received from Sunday school. The Rev. Joseph Wesley Matthews had been holding forth for…
Read MoreI remember that as my father got older and began to decline, he would sometimes ask me that I thought happened to us after death. While he was not a church-going person, he had grown up in the cradle of…
Read MoreIf there’s somethin’ strange in your neighborhood · Who you gon’ call? (Ghostbusters!) If there’s somethin’ weird, and it don’t look good. Who you gon’ call? (Ghostbusters!). Well Halloween’s over and the vampires, skeletons and ghosts have put their costumes away…
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