Raise your hand if you think fraternities and sororities are only about drinking, hazing, and partying. Yes, I see you out there, yes, I see that hand. Once I would have raised mine too, until I learned about Intervarsity Christian Fellowship from my young friend Dusty Harrison. As a child, when Dusty showed up at my sister’s house in Winston-Salem, or in the church they both called home, I thought, what a cute kid, he’ll break hearts one day.  As Dusty has grown and matured he’s become more than the cute kid in the neighborhood, he’s working on college campuses to make a difference. Read More→

There’s a bigger ice cream buffet in heaven. Our Pastor Emeritus, Dr. Clint Richardson was called into the immediate presence of God Sunday afternoon, April 30th. Clint and my late husband, Bill were huge ice cream lovers. The bigger and more ridiculous the sundae was all the better to them.  Now I wish I had pictures of the two of them at some of our ice cream buffets. Read More→

As schools everywhere approach their summer break I reminisce about the faith of my first grade teacher. Early in my school career, I was inflicted with school phobia.  The first day of first grade at Calvin H. Wiley Elementary in Winston-Salem, NC was polio vaccine day.  Steam rose from the cement as the line of children snaked into the entrance of the elementary school auditorium.  Read More→

The school bus carried 45 noisy elementary children on a field trip while Nana (that’s me) chaperoned. Machines polished splinters from freshly cut lumber. A leaf blower sounded through the neighborhood. Read More→

Thirty-eight years ago I followed Steve Massey across the border of North Carolina into his home state of South Carolina. I knew with certainty that God wanted me here.  I’ve had an abundance of blessings. In my sixty-four years I have been surrounded by six church families. I don’t like the term denomination, that label should only belong to money. Read More→

As a very young child, Easter meant: baby chicks, patent leather shoes, an Easter basket and lots of candy. If you’ve been a subscriber to my site you know that I grew up in the small Protestant denomination called Moravian in Winston-Salem at Calvary Moravian Church.  My sister, our parents, and our grandparents were active in the church and even more during the Lenten season. Lent is a period of forty days, not including Sundays, when we reflect upon the journey of Christ to the cross. Read More→