I entered the church to preach. It was a nondescript building. A steepled church situated on green space, one of the largest in town. The building could have been on a postcard if someone was selling postcards of churches. I … Continue reading What Time Is It?

A Bridge to Where? “I didn’t tell you about my family? I thought I told you about them.”I felt it was a strange question that he was asking. It was our second meeting. The way he asked the question had … Continue reading A Bridge To Where?