Watching The Past Go Up In Flames
“Would you like to stay for dinner?” my friends asked. “I would love to, but I already have plans,” I told them. “I’m going to…
“Would you like to stay for dinner?” my friends asked. “I would love to, but I already have plans,” I told them. “I’m going to…
The pilgrims of the Middle Ages didn’t carry much of anything. Images depict them in a long cloaks and simple sandals, a walking stick in…
A couple Sundays ago, 500 people walked through my house. I — or more accurately my home — was part of the 2013 Tour of…
My mother and I walked into the stone church, dimly lit for the Taizé service. Fifteen people sat scattered in the pews around us, softly singing…