Tears trickle down my face as the dark cloud around my soul dissipates. This is no Sunday morning Zoom church service...
I noticed the cow glancing at me with a look of superiority in her eyes the next time we went to the farm!
He is the Almighty, the Mountain One who never changes, who is always there, even behind the clouds.
Was it the Z or not the Z? For me, that is still the question.
The next time I go to a wedding, I’ll ask Jesus to bless the new couple, but I might have to break my ban on praying to the saints and send out a quick petition to St. Jude.
What would it be like to have Jesus himself visit our home? What should I do to get ready?
I love this country, and I love her people even more. It pains me greatly to see so much suffering and feel so impotent to be able to help in a substantial way.
But I know that the greatest help we can offer to Peru is to pray...
This mask won't hide a smile or muffle a voice or squelch a prayer.
What about you? Have some of the flames in your heart died down to mere embers?
¡No puedo imaginar una manera mas poderosa para pasar la Semana Santa!