There’s a tiny little story in the Gospel of Luke that has been blown into epic proportions. It goes like…
I was four years old, and crayons were one of the best parts of living. The smell of a fresh…
I grew up in a family with little means. Our furniture was secondhand and practical, but not what you would…
It’s trendy these days to call oneself “spiritual but not religious.” I’m guessing the persons espousing such a designation have…