May 26, 2020
Peace is the prayer on the lips of every soldier in the foxhole.
April 12, 2020
How could it be so? It came without bows. It came without tags. It came without baskets, boxes, or bags. It came without rabbits or egg hunts It came without clever liturgical stunts. No need for a Spring Grove service in the early morning hour, No need for a parade of a cross with all its flowers.
March 22, 2020
I’ve always pictured myself less as a shepherd, and more as a border collie. I’m with the flock. I understand a little bit more of what the shepherd wants, but I’m still an animal.