Gordon Atkinson

If I close my eyes and become quiet, I can almost remember how I used to think of preachers long ago, when I sat in the pew myself....

If I could only describe the high country, how the car strains and the mind races and the lungs ache, how the body slows and the breathing quickens....

When my parents bought their home in Marshall, Texas, in 1984, there were 96 mature trees on their one-acre lot, many of them towering pines that rise 75 feet or more from the ground, covering thei...

There is no such thing as The Gospel in the same way that there is no such thing as a circle....

Let’s call her “Susan.” She’s a 40-something woman who works at the convenience store near our church....

I got the news that Red Davis had died in his hometown of Marshall, Texas. I cried when I heard it, though I only met him a couple of times.

I keep getting e-mails from people who say, “Your church sounds nice. I wish I could find one like that.”