We don’t know when Jesus was born. In fact, we don’t even know the year he was born. You might ask how can that be since we are in the
When I was in first grade, my parents bought a house across the street from a large city park in Seymour, Indiana. It was a great place to grow up.
The morning sun found gaps in the white pergola covered with beautiful red and purple bougainvillea. It was already getting warm in the courtyard of the motel in Pinar Del
When Jesus died, the curtain in the temple that separated the Holy of Holies from the other part of the Jewish temple was torn from top to bottom. God tore down
We need rain. I see the tawny dust squirt out from beneath my worn sandals with each step. My two canes make little furrows as I move them forward. It’s
