Faith, Fiction, Friends

After Luke 2:22-38 The old woman, revered and often feared for the words which would tumble, rumble from within, the words an...

After Luke 2:22-38 To see the child, this child, to see the tiny life like all tiny lives, yet unlike, to see the one, this c...

After Luke 2:22-38 Aged, and aging still, each day I feel the creak and rub and grind of bones,  infirmities of growing old, ...