Some folks preach with words. My papa preached with cedar, river water, and a twinkle in his eye. He didn’t always go to church, but he...

When Doubt Knocks at the Door Hey friend, and welcome to Faith on the Mountain. Today, we’re gonna talk about something that slips in...

There’s a kind of stillness I haven’t been able to find since I left the Tennessee mountains. I lived there once—long enough to know the...

In the rich tradition of Appalachian storytelling, one man sits on his porch each morning, lost in a rhythm only he understands. Folks...