Originally written May 2017 I watch him from the third pew. He trembles and he sways. Parkinson’s is slowly taking over. But no mind. He volunteers at church like he always has. he stands as tall and still as he can, offering his shaking hand to men and women as…

Originally written November 2016 Last night, I had a quiet dinner with my grandparents at their home. As usual, Grandad and I did the talking, and Grammie sat quietly — listening, taking small bites, and watching the sky turn to black. During a lull in our conversation, Grammie piped up…

My name is Jade and God used to tell me to have conversations with people about how they could get to heaven. It was scary, empowering, and exciting, so I did it a lot in many different places. One day recently, I was telling a friend about my past evangelical…

This is my Grandad. And this little girl is five year old me. My Grandad and I are crazy about each other. I mean, it’s pretty ridiculous — I’m thirty years old and I still sit on his lap.