Pastor's Blog

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

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

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

Shemer’s head aches as he stumbles along the road. He can feel the blood trickling down the back of his neck from the blow that