By Paul Gomez
Like many other people, my favorite season is autumn. This is not just because my birthday falls near the beginning of the equinox, but also because the air is crisp. In some parts of the country, the leaves begin to burn into an explosive palette, constellations shift in the night sky while the days die early, and pumpkin spice intoxicates the senses. Life is starting to change – again.
By Rev. Ryan Canaday
“I'm Ryan. I'm an alcoholic.” These were the scariest words I ever uttered. The first time I said these words, I did so with fear and trembling. My voice was shaky. My hands were clammy. I didn't know if I would say it when it came around to me. My head was swirling. All I could think about was: “I'm a pastor. What will people think about me?