So, after a year of posting Preacher’s Kid, it’s time to say farewell. I have so appreciated the opportunity to share my occasionally tortured faith, to relive the sweet and bitter and in between insights and experiences of life and the aftermath of being the son of a preacher man. I have tried to share…

I love dogs. I believe in the unconditional love and loyalty these furry companions give as a gift from God. Our relationship with these animals in unique and special. It goes beyond the rational and into the transcendent, even the spiritual. They know us in ways we do not understand; they seem to sense our…

Far more than a chance to gorge on turkey, stuffing, yams, pies, hams and mashed potatoes and gravy, Thanksgiving is a time for reflection, and the gift of perspective. We tend to look to the so-called “first Thanksgiving” as that 1621 get-together of Pilgrims and Native Americans at Plymouth. Really, though, it was a harvest…

One of the worst perils of being a preacher’s kid is not what you might think. You know, those tales about misbehaving progeny of men of the cloth; those rebellious, marginalized of-spring yearning to be free . . . of restrictions and expectations. Not that’s there’s a shortage of such P.K.s out there. This preacher’s…

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