Heresy in the Heartland

In Which I Return to the Beginning We had exhausted the church options in our own community; now we crossed county lines heading ea...

In Which I Learn I am Not a Baptist Now we were Baptists, or nearly so. Some of the men in suits were my Dad’s clients, successful busi...

In Which God and I are Friends This particular group of Friends was unique in that they did occasionally celebrate Communion, with gra...

Continued from Chapter 4: The Lord's Song in a Strange Land I kept playing the piano for the itty-bitty Baptist church until the pa...

When we had exited fundamentalism and wrung the last nourishment we could get from the breast of evangelicalism, we switched to a chur...