A lone Mallard sits at the crest of the metal church roof quacking. Making such a racket as the sun breaks into the sky, I wonder if he...

It quite impossible to contemplate Christ’s crucifixion on this gentle May morn. Doesn’t sorrow find each human life and too soon? Should...

Barren. Such a harsh word for a painful reality. Considered one of the three greatest sufferings in Ancient Israel. No consolation able...