When You Want to Glimpse the Glory in Your Story
Sometimes the richest traditions in our lives are those we carry forward from childhood: holding hands around the table to pray before meals, baking Grandma's Christmas cake each Remembrance Day.…
The Hidden King
As I sat yesterday in the pew of a big city church, distant echoes played in my mind, echoes of that Sunday a couple of years ago when I'd sat…
The hidden King
We sat, last Sunday, on the wooden pew near the back of the little country church. The unexpected sun filtered through the rain-stained windows. The priest, in his white robe…