While in college, one of the best parts about my summertime subway commute to work was the 50 minutes of uninterrupted reading it afforded me every day. To stave off any potential conversations, I always boarded the train with my book in hand, head down.
There is a quilting group at my church that has been meeting every week for almost 60 years, working off of donations from cleaned out linen […]
Our family is getting ready to move. It’s turns out this is a perfect time to honor St. Barnabas.
Saul breathed murder and violence against the church. What’s a Good Shepherd to do?