Let us remember our faith’s roots
The crisscrossed paths of Jesus’ step s— they were in these banned lands
The faces of tiny disciple babes — they looked like the faces of these displaced refugees
It’s the week before Christmas. Next week, Richard will be in California with his parents, and I will be in Ohio with mine, spending our final unmarried Christmas with our prospective families.
there’s a certain quality of this land
it allows your heart to fall back and rest