I am one of those people who look far too long at what was on the road behind me, at what I could have done, at what I should have done and worst of all, what could have been. It’s…
My river is weeping gaudy tears upon the worn sand banks, rutted with the heartbreak from a thousand days of rivulets, formed by the ruthless backwash of a spring ill spent. Tomorrow promises floods renewed and torrents of mindless splashing…
written by JoAnn Crane A caring friend once sent me a note with this saying: “Friends in life are like the pillars on your porch. Sometimes they hold you up, and sometimes you lean on them. But most often it…
Matthew 28:1~12 Now after the Sabbath, as it began to dawn toward the first day of the week, Mary Magdalene and the other Mary came to look at the tomb. And behold, a severe earthquake had occurred, for an angel…
Once back-lit by the sharp noon-day sun the instrument, of both death and salvation, riding the slope of Calvary no longer casting a harsh shadow mark at its foot. Now, and for the last three hours, day is darker than…