The art of the incarnation
I’ve loved reading the facebook posts of an author-friend as she’s been editing the manuscript for her latest book. She treats each character differently: “One of them might--if she's lucky--get…
Advent: the continuing mystery
They drove across town to pick me up. Through the rainy darkness I could see her hand waving inside the car to let me know it was them. Limp with…
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…