The young couple hurried their toddler down the long hall to the nursery. They were late for church–again. They could…
There’s Room At This Table. Come.
One Sunday, my heart cracked open and Communion became more precious, more real, more vital to my spiritual growth- the Sunday grace and love and my pride clashed together.
The Shalom of 2013 and a Taste of 2014
This post is in response to my Story Session’s weekly prompt. Today’s prompt: Write a post about your one word…