Reflections on my fifty-seventh birthday: Stepping Heavenward

Stepping HeavenwardWhen I was sixteen, my mother put an ancient plain-covered hardback book in my hands, wanting me to read it. It had the most boring title ever, Stepping Heavenward. This was her book when she was young, she said.

I groaned inwardly. Did I mention that it was ancient? And how could a book possibly have a more boring title? I assumed it was an ancient devotional book, and devotional books and I had never gotten along. Continue reading

Airing my dirty laundry at Bob Jones University

How was it that I had begun to take certain wrongdoing so lightly? How was it that I could justify theft?

I was a graduate assistant at Bob Jones University. That meant while I was taking my grad classes, I was also working thirty hours a week at Bob Jones University Press to pay my school bill.

Except there came a point where I wasn’t working. I don’t know how it happened, really, Continue reading