
Waiting Out the Storm
“And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure,

“And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure,

Christian persecution is spreading like a plague! Across the globe and on every continent, the Body of Christ is being oppressed, kidnapped, jailed, tortured and

As you read this, I am in Cincinnati on a mission trip with our parish youth group. Each year we travel somewhere to help spread God’s

Ragged stuffed animal and hidden depression as my constant companions, I discovered J.R.R. Tolkien during my awkward preteen years. My father, although never an enthusiastic

When considering Christianity, many question how evil occurs with a good and powerful God. Philosopher David Hume even used this issue in an attempt to

During any phase of transition, one hears quite a bit about the importance of the theological virtues of faith and love. One is counseled to

With the Thanksgiving holiday upon us, many of us are preparing our homes for guests, buying food to make a huge meal, and getting ready

Ephemeral Hope I possess an intellectual spirituality that makes me shy away from an outward display of faith filled emotions. I prefer internal intensity. Also,

If there is any process that can take your sense of hope, doubt, faith and trust, put all of them in a blender and see

Often Christians lament the darkness in the world around us. War, abortion, euthanasia, and murder are regular occurrences even in our own communities. No wondering
Over my lifetime, I have been called many things, some of which are printable. Within the last six years’ worth of blogging, I’ve had a little mud

With the 238th anniversary of the Declaration of Independence upon us, it seems fitting to ponder the price of freedom and the meaning of true

I do not regret this year coming to a close. For me, 2013 will always be the year when my beloved son, Lawrence C. McClarey, died at

Many years ago I received a book from my in-laws as a present for Mother’s day. It was a diary of sorts for me to