In the quiet nook of my prayer garden, grandpa’s resurrection lily stands at the center, but throughout the small plot are about a dozen varieties of lilies and a small bird feeder for the sparrows. Last week I wrote of…
As soon as the church bells chimed their invitation to worship on Sunday, my eyes welled up with tears. The forlorn landscape on my street reflected the nation. Two doors down from me a church parking lot lay bare. The…
This week has been challenging for many of us, and a week marked by uncertainty for all of us. Difficult questions are swirling. Will I or my loved one contract the Corona Virus? When will I be able to meet…