In one of those pre-dawn periods of clarity preceding wakefulness, thought provided the perfect language, which didn’t quite follow me when I wrote it down...

“What’s going on at the church? I couldn’t find a place to park.” This might be a comment you’ve heard or even made over the...

“And God was doing extraordinary miracles by the hands of Paul, so that even handkerchiefs or aprons that had touched his skin were carried away...

Sam would say “No, we don’t look much alike…”   I’d told him that infrequently over the past five, now six, years while downtown, I’d been...