This morning, I feel the need to confess something to you all. Some of you already know about it and others may have suspected. It’s

I recently read the Judy Blume book Are You There, God? It’s Me, Margaret. When I was in fourth or fifth grade–the target audience for

One of my jobs every Spring, as April and I get ready to plant our garden, is to figure out where we will plant everything.

You might have looked at the message title in the bulletin for this morning and wondered what was going on. Or you may have immediately