The Practice of Belonging
The eternal words of the late Archbishop Desmond Tutu really help me with both the Read More
Ray Buckley | Read Matthew 2:13-23
There is a place I see often in my mind. In the summer heat, the grass is brown, but in the just-after-snow melt the green grass grows until it reaches high enough to wave in the wind. The winter is brutally cold. In this place several hundred people of all...
Humble One, Did the desert stones remember That the footprints that led Out of Egypt Returned for a new reason?
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