September, 2019 My Dear Agnus, I may be among the last of those who write letters. Handwriting is personal and so I hope my words will be received not as the words of a deacon, but as your brother. The last time I saw you Agnus, at the funeral for Nicholas, I perceived bitterness behind…
… a personal reflection Tampa (AFP) – Life expectancy in the United States dropped yet again as drug overdose deaths continued to climb — taking more than 70,000 lives in 2017 — and suicides rose, a US government report said Thursday. The drug overdose rate rose 9.6 percent compared to 2016, while suicides climbed…
“The Lord said to Abram, “Leave your country, your people and your father’s household and go to the land I will show you.” Genesis 12:1 “Some time later God tested Abraham, He said to him, “Abraham!” “Here I am,” he replied. “Then God said, “Take your son, your only son, Isaac, whom you love…
Breaking News By Jennifer Ann Johnson Against a backdrop—indigo and star, Luminous angels appear before men, Ancient Wisdom they proclaim near and far, To shepherds and sheep, to earth and heaven. Luminous angels appear before men, On a Space-Time night with Tripartite accord, To shepherds and sheep, to earth and heaven,…
What?! Christmas morning?! Ryan raced to the tree. Mom and dad had left the tree lights on. “Mom and dad!” Ryan yelled from the living room. He wasn’t going to start without them. Mom and dad appeared in the hallway. “We’re up. Go ahead, Ryan.” Well, it didn’t take long for Ryan to rip…
“Where is the one who has been born king of the Jews? We saw his star when it rose and have come to worship him.” [The magi] “Then Herod called the Magi secretly and found out from them the exact time the star had appeared.”… “After they had heard the king, they went on their…
When I think of Christmas I think of the King of Love laid in a manger – Sovereignty supine under sterling stars twinkling through millennia of delight, Sublimity submitted to the gaze of cherubim and seraphim and slack-jawed shepherds. When I think of Christmas I think of a Son, A Son, whose tiny hands, emptied of…
