We walked along the river with the words streaming behind us like ribbons in the night.

So I taught Sunday school and brought dishes to all manner of potlucks and tried to adjust the things I heard from the pulpit to my increasingly incongruent faith.

It's always been my hope that I would write a story that would inspire and would connect with people in a way that would touch hearts.

Sometimes you want to fall on your knees and thank God in heaven for all the poor news reporting that goes on in the world.

God is at the tip of our scalpels, our screwdrivers, our computer terminals, our dust rags, our vacuum cleaners, our pencils and pens. He is with us in our wheelchairs, or on our hospital beds, when all we can do is sit or lie flat. When we envision Him and His purpose in what we do, then we begin to grow aware of His presence in the middle of it. We are able to engage in our inward conversation with Him as we work, naturally, without strain. He becomes our partner, our collaborator.

Stopping is a spiritual art. It is the refuge where we drink life in.

We walked along the river with the words streaming behind us like ribbons in the night.