It’s time to write. That’s the message my brain and heart keep sending me in this unimaginable time in which we find
It’s time to write. That’s the message my brain and heart keep sending me in this unimaginable time in which we find
Beulah Jenkins has been on my mind a lot this week. A little background: Miss Jenkins was an older woman who lived
A few weeks ago, in his Sunday morning sermon, Jason was talking about his childhood memories and how they take him right
March 21, 1920—two weeks before Easter—was a typical Sunday morning at Second Baptist. Sunday School was in session, and people were already
Fear is personal. It cannot be shared; it separates us. It is one person against the cause of their fear. One way
Have you ever envisioned and appreciated the effort and commitment to excellence that it took to build a gorgeous home? Have you
About a month before Rachel Held Evans’ death, I was negotiating with her booking manager for her to come to Second and
About a month before Rachel Held Evans’ death, I was negotiating with her booking manager for her to come to Second and