Author - Fr. Barnabas Powell

Sell Everything and Buy the Field


He looked at me right in the face and said the words I will never forget: "When you're ready to 'sell all you have' to have this faith, then, and only then will you be ready!" Whoa, wait a minute, let's talk about this! Everything? Yep, everything. It was a turning...

The “Weeds” in Your Heart


OK, let me confess something; I am not very talented when it comes to growing things. In fact, every time I've tried to plant and tend a garden, it has ended up either overrun by weeds or eaten by critters or over watered or under watered! I just don't...

You Tell The Best Stories, Pawpaw!


My grandfather was an amazing storyteller. He was always a larger than life figure in my eyes as a boy and still is even as a grown man. He had this ability to mesmerize us grandkids with his stories of being a police officer in Atlanta, and his stories...

How Much Do You Love Me?


My daughters and I have this little game we play. I ask them "How much do you love me?" And they, giggling and smiling, try to stretch their little arms as wide as they can and say "This much, daddy!" Of course then they ask me how much I...

Willing to Learn! Willing to be Taught!


You know the old saying "God works in mysterious ways." Well, that may be true, but that doesn't make my confusion over why things happen in my life any better! In fact, I have to confess to you that most of the short and cute little theological phrases we...

Slave or Son? Which Are You?


The young man bristled under his father's rules and regulations. He hated knowing that, while he was under age and under his dad's roof, he had to buckle down and do what he was told. He daydreamed of one day being free of this harsh regiment. As he grew...

It Is More Blessed to Give!


It's a bit of a paradox, but the truth is Faith and Joy are gifts that can only be possessed by giving them away! Strange, isn't it? But think about it. joy and faith are always the casualties of inattentiveness. When I stop prioritizing Faith and Joy, they diminish...

Crucify Your Flesh!


Folks, there's just one use for a cross. No ambiguity. No "shades of meaning." The only use for a cross is to kill someone. Sorry for the stark language right off the bat, but there's just no way to dress this up to make it more palatable. Crucifixion means...

Unclean! Unclean!


The preacher was telling the story of the plight of those in biblical times who suffered from leprosy. They were social outcasts and had to live in leper colonies and if they ventured out, they had to call before them to warn all around the "Unclean! Unclean!" You see...

Do Not Be Overcome By Evil!


Sometimes, I hate Facebook! OK, what I really hate is being misunderstood and then I have to scramble to be understood and end up making things worse! Ugh! It seems the harder I try the worse it gets. Do you know what I mean? Have you ever, with the best...