Crying Over Stuffed Animals

These stuffed animals, placed on the porch of the house my church owns, the house that became a home for a Syrian refugee family till a short time ago, moved me to tears in a way that was unexpected, as I arrived at the church last Friday to make the final preparations for the community…

Beloved, Belong, Believing

There are some weeks, perhaps most weeks, where I hardly know where or how to begin my reflection! How do I make ancient words relevant in the very different world we live in? A world that includes racist and ignorant remarks from the president of the United States. A world that includes ever increasing and…