When You Know Who Brings the Gifts

It was a strange juxtaposition, now that I think of it. Back in the years when we celebrated Christmas at the little white church by the side of the road, every Christmas program ended with a visit from Saint Nick. Bearded, dressed in a fur-trimmed red suit and black...

Have You Been Poured Out in the Crush?

I sat there, in the presence of saints, and my heart wept for them. For the woman whose husband left for work two years ago — and never came back. And the mature mother who quietly shares that her son is in prison…..again…..then whispers that she...
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