When you’re longing for comfort
“Comfort ye,” the tenor sings, three gentle syllables descending. He pauses to let the grace in the words linger while the orchestra echoes his descending notes as though to highlight…
“Comfort ye,” the tenor sings, three gentle syllables descending. He pauses to let the grace in the words linger while the orchestra echoes his descending notes as though to highlight…
How do I keep going? At some point, all of us will probably ask this question as we face one situation or another that seems to go on and on:…
Shots fill the air and a bomb shatters. Death stalks and life has been changed forever. And we grieve. Or we stand feeling helpless. Or we turn away from the…