The Folly of Forgetfulness | A Prayer Series, Day I
Sunday morning has come and gone. We ate our fill, and were very proud we had…
Sunday morning has come and gone. We ate our fill, and were very proud we had…
It happened on my early morning commute to work. Crossing the bridge that separates our little coastal…
Our dear Father, We are a people of scathing tongues. We bite, we devour, and we hate…
Reflections from our former home, New England: There’s a way of the world here in…
It surprised me, my own heart. Swollen with expectation and disillusionment, it caught me off guard in…
You are the God of that land we have not seen, and the God of this one…