Faith, Fiction, Friends

After Ephesians 1:20-23, 3:18-19 Those cities once so vibrant, filled with people and commerce, sights and sounds, always the...

I walked from the church to the street, the war zone, the cold, the fear, the despair of darkness, of the street. The wounded and ...

The excavation continues, this hill, this lump of dirt and dust telling a story. The workmen spaded carefully; an unthinking jab...

The temple, a ruin, stands stark, still, at the top of the hill, gazing down at the ocean below. A small affair, it lacks the...