To The Families Of The Victims Of The Next Mass Shooting
January 10, 2013
Words. Words don’t do you any good now, I know. There’s nothing I can say to bring you any real comfort today; nothing to fill the gaping hole in your
Words. Words don’t do you any good now, I know. There’s nothing I can say to bring you any real comfort today; nothing to fill the gaping hole in your
We Christian just love mission trips. We love to jump into vans or buses or planes, packed to the gills with stuff to give out and tools to use, and
Ever suddenly feel like you’re an alien; as though you are on a strange planet, surrounded by life-forms to which you are completely foreign? I often feel that way around church
A few years ago, when my son was around 3, the local shopping center was having a Fall Field Day, with games, food and all kinds of free entertainment for
Words. Words don’t do you any good now, I know. There’s nothing I can say to bring you any real comfort today; nothing to fill the gaping hole in your
We Christian just love mission trips. We love to jump into vans or buses or planes, packed to the gills with stuff to give out and tools to use, and
Ever suddenly feel like you’re an alien; as though you are on a strange planet, surrounded by life-forms to which you are completely foreign? I often feel that way around church
A few years ago, when my son was around 3, the local shopping center was having a Fall Field Day, with games, food and all kinds of free entertainment for