Finding Sacred Space in the Upper Room

Sunday night. A group of friends huddle inside their upper room, doors locked, afraid. Can you blame them? Two days ago their friend and teacher was brutally and publicly executed. No wonder they’re hiding. I doubt I’ll ever understand the…

The Closing of Autumn

The first-frost smells of slightly frozen autumn are transcendent. Last night’s temperatures brought all but the heartiest of this year’s bounty to an end; yet when the first rays of early morning sun warm this frozen world, the result is …

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