What Makes a Pastor? Or Linda Horne and the Great Mystery

St. Junia, far right.

“I solemnly swear…” Her lip twitched, her eye twinkled. “I solemnly swear…” we repeated, our right hands raised to the sky, our fingers making the shape of any good scout promise. “That I…” “That I…” We giggled. We were standing around a table of pretzels and Kool-Aid. It was a summer Tuesday, one of the [Read More...]


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