The Reign of God is like a misty, grey Easter morning on which, if you turn your head the right direction, you find there is color that you've been overlooking.
Sunday, April 5, 2015
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But she answered him, "Sir, even the dogs under the table eat the children’s crumbs."
Some years ago, a friend who had spent many years being sexually molested by a family member, carefully and haltingly confided in me that pa...
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