Blessed be the Lord, my Rock, Who trains my hands for war, and my fingers for battle. My lovingkindess and my fortress, My stronghold and my deliverer, My shield and He in Whom I take refuge, Who subdues my people…
By Kristen Wells Where oh where has the white picket fence gone? Do you remember those days? When the “American Dream” was being married with two kids, a dog, and a house in the suburbs with a white picket fence. …
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 grave. And behold, a severe earthquake had occurred, for an angel of the…
Yesterday we remembered Christ and His crucifixion; His holy sacrifice for our filthiness and sin. Every sin I have committed, every idle word I have spoken was nailed to the cross yesterday. As Good Friday passes we look forward to…
At the beginning I want to state that the following opinions are mine alone, and come out of the fact that I find myself at a spiritual crossroads. Next month I will celebrate sixty-seven years since I came to know…