Tonight one of my boys burst into tears just as I grabbed the bible to start our reading of Romans. He had just remembered that he lost his homework that is due tomorrow and half-way finished.* I took a deep breath. “We’ll find it buddy, it is time to read Romans now.”
Kristin Schell wanted to extend hospitality to strangers. When a picnic table was deposited in her front yard, she suddenly saw how to begin.
Saul breathed murder and violence against the church. What’s a Good Shepherd to do?