The Power of Praise (and a Box of Tissues) By Kateb Nuri-Alim Shunnar Let me tell you something praise is not just for the perfect,...

The Ever-Acceptor of Repentance by Kateb Nuri-Alim Shunnar Let’s be honest. No sugar-coating. No halos or high horses. Let’s just talk...

The Soloist: A Praise You Could Feel in Your Bones by Kateb Nuri-Alim Shunnar Let me tell you something about an old Southern Baptist...

The Boat, the Melody, and the Tide by Kateb Nuri-Alim Shunnar There are days when the soul speaks in a whisper so gentle, you’d miss it...

Midnight in Pondicherry by Kateb Nuri-Alim Shunnar There are nights when time folds in on itself. When the heartbeat slows, the veil...

Whispers of the Wise, Echoes of the Foolish By Kateb Nuri-Alim Shunnar My Grandmother Celestine had a saying for every situation in life....

The Real Friends of the Spirit Realm Episode 1 Who's With You, Who's For You, and Who's Just There? by Kateb Nuri-Alim Shunnar In a...

📡 LIVE SPIRITUAL NEWS ALERT: CONFIRMED THE CREATOR IS REAL! A Breaking Reflection by Kateb Nuri-Alim Shunnar 🎙️ Good evening,...

Hot Sausage Double Meat Dressed on Bun. With Cheese, Please! by Kateb Nuri-Alim Shunnar Now lemme tell you somethin’ down here in New...

The Sacred Ward Where Souls Are Made Whole By Kateb Nuri-Alim Shunnar They told me healing was possible, but I didn’t truly believe it...

The Day We Must Answer by Kateb Nuri-Alim Shunnar There will come a day when every living soul will stand in the quiet, breathless...

I Am (Part Two) by Baba Kateb Nuri-Alim Shunnar I am. Not because I’ve figured it all out, But because I’ve stopped pretending I had to....

I Am by Baba Kateb Nuri-Alim Shunnar I am. Not just a name, not just a breath, not just a traveler through days that rise and fall like tides in the soul. I am the hush before my grandmother’s prayer. I am the way her hands moved through rice and memory. I am the barefoot boy beside still waters, listening to catfish hum gospel songs beneath the reeds. I am every syllable that rose in smoke from my grandfather’s pipe as he stared past the horizon, talking to God with his sile

Where Does the Candle Wax Go? By Kateb Nuri-Alim Shunnar Where does the candle wax go when it burns? We watch it melt, slow and...

On This Day, I Ascend I wrote this 18 years ago...2007 by Kateb Nuri-Alim Shunnar For every soul standing at the threshold of...

Part 5: Cross-Examination By Kateb Nuri-Alim Shunnar [The courtroom doors creak. Not open creak like the script of a bad 90s drama,...

Whispers from Tchoupitoulas by Kateb Nuri-Alim Shunnar Tchoupitoulas hums a sacred song, Where shadows stretch and souls belong, The...

You Better Have Some Faith By Kateb Nuri-Alim Shunnar “Now baby… you better have some faith. And not that cheap kind, either. I’m talkin’...

A Succotash Sermon by Kateb Nuri-Alim Shunnar Welcome to the Pot, baby! I'm glad the wind done blew you in haha! It’s time for supper....