Short at One End Coming to Christ

walking red

I’m still trying to find my place as a pray-er among the residents at the women’s care facility. As an introvert and hermit, and with what little social skills I possess, the challenge is large. I had been given a list of names of the women who are Catholic and ambled to each room to [Read More...]

A Sactifying Glance

It was a late spring afternoon, one of those kind of days when big clouds moved across crisp blue skies, allowing sunlight and shade to waltz around the gardens. I walked down the drive to the front lawn with my white five-gallon plastic pail in hand. I was picking up pine cones and tree litter [Read More...]


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