The People of God in Joy and Sorrow

gray

The sky early this morning was a terrible-beautiful slate gray, shot through with black. A cold mist seemed to hang in the air, threatening rain. I don’t complain about days like this. Incessant sunshine is intolerable. Blue skies and spring flowers are sweet and lovely, but give me the grays and ambers of autumn any [Read More...]


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