The Power of Prayer, Part Two (and the beginning of the end of faith)
I needed answers, and I needed them quickly.
I needed answers, and I needed them quickly.
It’s not an exaggeration to say that tens of thousands, if not hundreds of thousands of people were praying for Daniel’s recovery from brain cancer. He was one of the Big Name Fans in our denomination; we had ties to mission churches all over the world as well. I was one of the people who spent quite some time on her knees praying for Daniel’s recovery. Even Biff, who very rarely prayed anywhere but in church, prayed for him. We were absolutely convinced that God would heal him. Why wouldn’t he?
I still remember where I was standing and what I was doing the first time I ever saw a tornado. I was in my late 20s by now. I lived in the smack middle of Kansas in a tiny town notable mostly for being a convenient stop on the highway Read more
Everybody says their Catholics are the most hardcore, but I’m here to tell you that my German-Polish family is probably a front-runner for the gold medal winners of Catholic fervor. I grew up thinking everybody had an aunt named Sister Seraphia and uncles with fancy collars. We even had a Read more
Sometimes you just get lucky and make the roll that defines all lucky rolls for all time. Sometimes you’re the low-level noob in the party facing off against some impossibly strong and dangerous illusion and you’re the only one who makes the saving roll to disbelieve. How do you save Read more