​Shalom Saints, “Oh! No! I owe the IRS.” My stomach churned as I refolded the letter. I was working in New York City in the early 70’s

​ Shalom Saints, “Watch me! No hands!” This was 9 year-old Floyd on a bicycle zooming down Spokane Street in Detroit maneuvering “with no hands” around children

​Shalom Saints, Riding home with Floyd, I thought about my ability to laugh at myself when I heard Arthur give Yehovah’s prescription for Healing: Food, Laughter

 Shalom Saints, “Usha, what are those naked doll babies propped up at the front of the stage?” She nonchalantly said, “Those are our gods.” Well…, I

​ Shalom Saints, When I went away to college in 1966, many of the freshman girls were virgins, including me. However, our peer groups did not have

“Go therefore and make disciples of all the nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit, teaching

​Shalom Saints, “Sharon! You better put on some more clothes before you leave out of this house!” That was my maternal grandpa yelling at me as

​ Shalom Saints, When I was in the world, I travelled in circles where you would find the best heathen parties and I even gave a few.

​Shalom Saints,“Uh, uh, Sharon … here is … uh … 25 cents on that … uh … five dollars I owe you.” I looked at

​Shalom Saints, In the past few days, I have counseled and prayed with saints that had trials, temptations, tribulations and sufferings that Peter addressed. A young