Making room for God

Among the things I most enjoy about having children is what they teach me about God.
My 6-year-old son still searches for me first thing when he wakes up each morning with a request for “a good morning hug and a kiss.” Although, since we got chickens, I’ve had to share that honor with his orange and black hen, Gold Midnight.

Why Jesus? 2016

Statisticians often assert that Maine is the least religious state in the nation. Ours is the only state where less than 30 percent of the populations belongs to a center of worship, and a recent Pew study found that just 40 percent of Mainers pray daily. Does this mean that the majority of us aren’t interested in spiritual matters?

A tale of two mugs

A tale of two mugs

Last week I realized with sadness that it was finally time to throw away a favorite mug. “Pause if you must,” said the bold black words beneath the badly cracked rim, “but don’t stop believing.” That mug – a gift to myself three years ago – had gotten me through the not-so-best and worst of times, always by my side.

Coincidence? No, the Lord

Coincidence? No, the Lord

In this second summer guest post on “Trusting God When Life Hurts,” Midcoast Maine author Dikkon Eberhart shares about being a church deacon and struggling to comfort a church member experiencing life’s trials. In his words, may you be blessed: “But...