Holy Whispers

I love hearing whispers—secrets for my ears only, messages so extraordinary they cannot be spoken out loud. I love the whispers I have heard in my life that I could not explain.

This Labyrinthine Calling

In 1982, six months after my college graduation, with no idea where it would lead and without any clear sense of being “called” to a particular ministry, I boarded a Delta jet in Orlando, bound for San Francisco.

Making a Statement

Although I had claimed my professional vocation, I had never questioned biblical interpretations that prescribed the subordination of women at home and at church.