When I reflect on Tabitha, I think of the many things that have died, literally and metaphorically, in the last few years.
The idea of being wrapped up, especially as the nights grow colder here in Maine, evokes a sense of coziness and warmth.
The people send for Peter, because Peter is friends with Jesus. We all do this, right? When I have a cold, I may text my friend with something like, “I feel miserable, say a little prayer for me,” but when I am having surgery, I want the priest there anointing!
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 […]