Hermana Hondureña en Cristo, DNA does not bind your skin rich. A tanned hide Mine, an ashen rawhide No familial resemblance Blood spilt, the body strung on the cross binds us in an eternal, global family; Segregation has no place…
Hermana Hondureña en Cristo, DNA does not bind your skin rich. A tanned hide Mine, an ashen rawhide No familial resemblance Blood spilt, the body strung on the cross binds us in an eternal, global family; Segregation has no place…
God is pulling at my heart There is no act that can thwart this art The longing and pure desperation The desire to spread The Word to all nations The restlessness and unease Oh Lord, you are whom I’m to…
During this Lenten season there have been two thoughts that have woven their way through most of my days. One of them being, “the curtain of the temple was torn in two.” The reason, I believe, it has infused itself into…
Son Cycle Just as the sun sets on the earth, so too did the son of God. Could our attraction to the sunset be related at all to the crucifixion? We stand in wonder at the setting sun, unable to…