I’ll tell you this –I felt smooshed on the 4th of July. Every chair had some aunt or grandma or cousin in it, plus a few borrowed friends crowbarred in. There I was trying to be sad because there was no dad in this celebration except for our story telling about him, and those two…
I went to the closet door and reached for a book, only to find myself flat on my back, wind knocked out of me, on the hard-packed dirt of the crawlspace. Mom was in a panic, and dad was furious at himself for leaving the crawlspace hatch open. You don’t think about the floor until…
Unity makes a beautiful song. Even if outsiders can’t understand our language, they can feel the oneness we have in Christ. Jesus prays… “also for those who will believe in me…that all of them may be one, Father, just as you are in me and I am in you. May they be brought to complete…
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