Kami Williams 3 Minute Read Snow-capped mountains, wild horses, trout-fishing, and people who needed Jesus are my first memories of being a ministry kid in Montana. To my dad, every conversation was an opportunity to build a bridge: this often involved a hunting trip where he could bring home a moose, bear, or elk. It was through the conversations on these trips…
Kristy Howard 4 Minute Read Dear Young Pastor’s Wife, I started out young, too. Twenty-three. I remember the cold winter day when our brand new congregation helped my husband unload our U-Haul and move all of our worldly possessions (we didn’t even own a couch) into the parsonage of our first church. I guess I was too silly to feel…
Shannon Coe 3 Minute Read I’ve wasted a lot of time waiting for “perfect moments” that never come. A perfect worship scenario to me would be my family in the pew, together. My husband, then me and the children lined up like stair steps, perhaps the baby in my arms. No one would drop a hymn book or fall or…
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