The God of surprises
Since mid-November when my landlady told me she'd sold the condo in which I was living, I’ve been looking without success for a new place to live. A week ago…
Healing in his wings
On Friday morning, I sat at the breakfast table with my blue pottery mug of lemon-ginger tea. I’d sat there first with my bowl of cereal, but I had a…
Finding our place in his story
When we entered the sanctuary yesterday, we saw them: hundreds of little paper crosses strung between the balcony and the large wooden cross raised at the front of our place…