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The stillness of the fog wraps itself around me; a gray day, with all the Christmas worn off. Looking up at the cottony white sky through...

I have thought better than to copy and paste my recent Christmas letter in this blog for two reasons: 1) There is family information that w...

Walking past the fountain toward the entrance of the synagogue last night, I noticed a man standing near the entrance dressed in a dark sui...

Plastic masquerade masks with eye holes covered with duct tape are going to be needed for the next experiential activity, we are told. I pu...

Here I am, Lord. Is it I Lord? I have heard You calling in the night. I will go, Lord, if You lead me. I will hold Your people in my hea...

If I were to be a superhero, my power would be invisibility--not because I would choose to be invisible; it is what I default to, like a co...

Sleep cannot be overrated. Eight hours of it in a row with only one interruption, is a gift from God. Achieving balance within my spirit,...