IN: an invitation to come and see
“If you had known. . . , you would not have condemned the innocent.” The words jump off the page at me. “The innocent?” I want to object. It’s uncomfortable…
“If you had known. . . , you would not have condemned the innocent.” The words jump off the page at me. “The innocent?” I want to object. It’s uncomfortable…
The first day of the course was hard. I had only slept a couple of hours the night before. Even at the best of times, my brain processes things slowly,…
There are three ministers sitting at the front behind the communion table. I’ve come full today, full of the sadness and fear and anger I’d tried to leave behind but…