The Least of These by Ossie X. McKinney

The Least of These by Ossie X. McKinney

“I am going to the store and I will be right back.” These are the first words I remember my mother speaking to me. I do not remember songs or lullabies. I do not remember hugs or kisses or sweet-smelling pies. My first memory of my mother is her leaving me on the...
Making Space for Others to Thrive by Carol McEntyre

Making Space for Others to Thrive by Carol McEntyre

In my experience, senior pastors are not always the humblest human beings. I am a senior pastor, so I should know. My friend says it is because it takes a bit of ego to stand up in front of a congregation every week and claim to know something about God! Hopefully,...