Last week my prayer ministry took me from Madison Avenue to GB Road, the “red light district” of New Delhi. It’s the most dangerous part of the city, a hotbed of organized crime, and home to around 100 brothels. I was with five other women, headed to a village near the Bay of Bengal on a Christian mission trip. Since we had to fly into Delhi, a friend of mine hooked us up with a pastor named Brother Vijay who ministers to prostituted women. Vijay picked us up at our hotel, an

Sometimes I change up the wording on my sign. I ditch “Ask me for a blessing” and try something new. The most recent example - “Prayers...

I recently visited my church’s sister parish in London. The priest there was kind enough to make a large “Ask me for a blessing” sign so...

This is a first and hopefully a last – someone asked me to unbaptize them. It was a woman who appeared to be in her thirties. She was...

Every once in a while, I get to bless a baby in utero. This includes expectant moms in my congregation and sometimes strangers I meet...

The other day I got chalk on someone’s forehead when giving them a blessing. It was left over from writing and rewriting “Ask me for a...