What Gladys Didn’t Tell Me

The first story I ever heard from the Bible came from my Grandmother, Gladys.  The day before, someone had stolen my bike, and I was in her kitchen with a long face, nibbling on butter cookies. She sat down and spun the tale of three young men who had angered a king and were sent…

Stretch Out Your Hand…

A shadow has crept across our landscape with Covid-19 spreading through communities.  There’s a tendency to let that shade mute our typical effervescent selves, make our life smaller, less engaged—even quiet our voices.  However, God created night, not to bring fear, but to offer rest, rejuvenation and shared moments; to pour back into us what…