All in Faith


by Denise Oullette

It came as a bit of a shock when I realized I was old enough to draw my Social Security check. I had entered the season of retirement and didn’t even realize it. To me, retirement meant slow down my daily pace. Maybe do some traveling, work on those craft projects I never could find the time to do. Yeah, right!

The Walk to Chaplaincy

by Ruth Pabon

Something about how I felt when I visited a person at the hospital would slowly reel me into the life of hospital chaplaincy.

I would pass the small hospital chapel and stop to pray for those people I was visiting.  I found solace in the plain simple room with one stained glass frame of praying hands.  Watching the chaplains come and go, I told myself, “one day I will be working here as a chaplain.”  I had no idea what that entailed, but after all the ministry I had done, in a way, it would be a relief.


by Lauretta Payne

I grew up in the 50’s & 60’s, in a loving home with both parents, in the little town of Chatham, Virginia.  Economically, I guess we were considered poor, but we were rich in faith. Raised Pentecostal Holiness, I accepted Jesus as my Savior around 14 years old. I was taught to live so that no matter how many rocks were turned over, no dirt would be found.  I’ve seen powerful demonstrations of the power of God, miraculous, divine healings as both a recipient and a witness.

Between Places and Seasons

by Carrie Burns PhD

During a long Jerusalem lunch with a dear Jewish friend who devotes her life to Jesus, I learned about a concept she had been exploring called Liminal Space.  I had never heard of it, so after lunch I Googled it to discover that there is a lot out there on this interlude of time between seasons in life.


by Joy Lively

Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding.  In all your ways acknowledge him and he shall direct your path. Proverbs 3:5-6  This has been a favorite promise of mine for as long as I have had my own Bible.  I cannot begin to tell how many times I’ve clung to these verses at times when the outcome looked dismal to say the least.

But God

by Lauretta Payne

Late in July 2010, it started. My breathing had become noticeably short and shallow. Since reaching senior status, aside from moderate exercise, mall walking and vigorous praise and worship participation, I didn’t do much to exert myself. But that’s when the symptoms were most apparent. Two - three minutes into praise and worship, I was struggling to catch my breath and feeling for the seat behind me. Generally active and having never before experienced shortness of breath, I was caught off guard. My normally exuberant praise was reduced to a slow, flat footed sway, back and forth, side to side.