The rare blessing of a benediction
As a child, I followed the order of worship in the bulletin, mentally checking off each item. My eyes were on the prize.
Notes from the farm
By summer, the plants are working overtime. It's a wonder we don't have as many words for green as the Inuit have for snow.
I planned a service for students. None came.
I lit the candles, opened the doors, picked up a handful of bulletins, and stood at the entrance. I smiled at a group of 15 students. One waved and then they turned and walked to the grocery store.
You were thrilled to enter the crawl space, but also frightened. There was a chance of snakes.
Writer Dennis Covington
"Belief is not the 'substance of things hoped for.' Faith is."
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