It was a young man who brought me home. He did it without fanfare and without argument. He simply lived his faith. And he loved me. I think of that young man whenever I meditate on a crucifix. I see Jesus hanging there,...
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There’s nothing quite like being in a hurry and seeing the flashing red lights that mean that a...
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It was not until I was sleeping in a pink ruffled bed in a pink walled room, surrounded by all...
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When she was four, my daughter had many career aspirations, and she often shared them with us in a...
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Their hands were intertwined, mother and daughter. They hadn’t seen each other for months, though...
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