Faith on View

Between two worlds

Image shows a pastel and acrylic abstract painting in colors of red, blue and green.

I grew up on a small ranch in Northern California. My mother, who was raised in rural Tennessee and loved the land, took care of the ranch and home. My father was an Appellate Court …

When I started Faith on View in 2011, I wrote on the About page that transparency is a core value of mine and this website (blog at that point) would seek to be transparent. That declaration …

A two story circa 1890's ranch house is shown at the end of a long driveway lined with white fencing at sunset.

*This article is written collaboratively by both Pamela and Rondall Reynoso. * “The LORD is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.” (Psalms 34:18) Those who follow this website may have read …

My last essay, A Birthday (and Holiday) Lamentation, was a very personal exploration of some serious challenges in my life currently. It is a hard and sad post. Yet, there is hope. My wife, Pamela, …

Today is my Birthday…Happy Birthday to me? I don’t feel very happy. It feels more like a time for lamentation than joy. I had a very different essay planned for this week but this subject …

male and female wood cut outs sit on a wooden 'bench' holding hands with a sign above saying Helen and Roy, the Loyd's

The girth of our gratitude is proportionate to the depth of our perspective. This truth was once again made apparent as I visited with my 87-year-old mother, prior to this year’s Thanksgiving holiday. It has …

a roasted turkey surrounded by herbs and pomegranate chunks sits on a platter with a professional photo backdrop behind.

Yesterday, our Pastor preached a Thanksgiving message that relied heavily on the nostalgia of family holidays. I can certainly relate to that. As a child, holidays were a wonderful time. I remember Thanksgiving as a …

The following is a talk which my departed grandmother invited me to give for her Sunday School class at First United Methodist Shreveport and which, due to some confusion, was given in its entirety to …

I grew up in a small country Southern Baptist Church in rural California. When my family moved there our family of six doubled the size of the church. But, the church did grow over the …

I grew up in a Southern Baptist world filled with sacred tunes of both the vintage and contemporary variety. Ironically, the tune that has framed my spiritual experience more than any other stemmed not from …