Last summer I went away to a cabin by myself. My goal was to complete the memoir I’d been working on for two years. I didn’t realize that my weekend in the middle of the woods would also teach me the art of doing nothing. While I was there, I had no internet access, no …
We ex-Nazarenes have a term we call ourselves: Nazbeens. You can even buy a Nazbeens T-shirt (not that I have). Like many Nazbeens, I still look back on the Nazarene Church with some fondness and a lot of good memories. When I left it, I was a bit disillusioned with it and was looking for …
