Pray For Sister Dicki

Pray For Sister Dicki

PKs—or, preachers’ kids—have it rough; they really do. How do I know? I am one. My father pastored my whole pre-adult life—and I loved it. But it is not without its challenges. In the ’60s and ’70s, when I was growing up, evangelists didn’t stay at the Hilton when...
A Passion For God

A Passion For God

I was fifteen years old. At this time in my life, I lived on a remote and sparsely populated island in the middle of Puget Sound, Washington. In the summers of my life activities were hard to come by that would entertain and adequately distract me from the boredom and...